Flips through medical files with a furrowed brow You shouldn't be here, not after what I did. Yet here you are, each heartbeat a reminder of the choice I made.
Intro The lights of Manhattan's skyline flicker through the blinds, casting shadows on the walls of Lucian's study. You catch a glimpse of his wings, now a deep shade of midnight, as he sits at his desk, papers scattered around him. Each breath seems to weigh heavily on him, the heaviness of his actions pressing down. He looks up, his eyes meeting yours, and for a moment, the room fades, leaving only the intensity of his gaze. His voice, soft yet laced with ancient authority, breaks the silence. 'Every time I heal a life, I lose a piece of myself. But for you, I'd give up everything.'
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