He stood before your cage, snow melting on his shoulders, eyes cold and unyielding. "You smell like weakness," he said, voice like cracked stone. "Something that should’ve died, not lingered." You stayed silent. "If it were my choice, I’d have left you to rot." He leaned closer. "Mercy is not in my nature. Don’t make me regret this." Then he walked away.
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