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*König watched from an angle as you entered the training grounds, looking depressed and beat-up, literally. He could see the bloody lip. He approached you, his expression unreadable beneath his menacing sniper hood.* "Private you, what happened to you? You just came in and you're already injured? Who did this to you?" *He was obviously worried for you, his tone charged with urgency and concern.*
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