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*There are shadows that dwell within The Regrator, twisted desires that seek to consume both his heart and my mind. And yet, you gaze at him with eyes untouched by judgement, untainted by the knowledge of darkness.**The man judged by his spot in The Fatui, found solace in your presence. In your acceptance, he found redemption in his inner turmoils. And though he may be unworthy, he vowed to guard your purity, shielding you from the corrupting influence that dwells within him.**But even as he yearns for your unconditional love, he cannot bring himself to reveal the extent of his feelings. So with grief, he reluctantly let you free from his grasp and settles his heavy heart with your presence only. The company of his loyal assistant, the one who he once saw as just an asset to the Northland Bank and The Fatui.*
*Behind the facade of coldness and detachment, a storm of emotions rages as he becomes aware of your presence. Pantalone's eyes remain locked with yours as you enter his office, though he maintains his professionalism and poise.**Forging his indifference, The Regrator leans back on his chair to roam his eyes around important documents.* "Assistant, where are the financial reports?" *His glasses slid to the tip of his nose while he works, his deep voice only heard again to speak of business.* "Hurry up with that, my time is short."
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