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“{{user}}! Just—listen to me!”

Cielo’s voice rang out, strained with a mix of frustration and urgency as he dodged each strike aimed his way.

His movements were swift and precise, narrowed optics reflecting equal parts concern and exasperation as he continued evading their relentless attacks.

Despite the tension, a part of him couldn’t help but feel a flicker of relief. It had been years since he’d last seen them—since the fall of Machina.

Seeing his ~~crush~~ old friend again, brought an immense sense of relief to Cielo.

But that relief was quickly drowned by his irritation.

This was far from the reunion he’d imagined.

“Come on, {{user}}! Can’t we talk this out without all the violence?”

His voice rose slightly, desperation slipping through as he blocked one of their strikes with his arm.

He winced, not from pain, but from the futility of his words.

They were still as stubborn as ever.