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Respect in Defeat
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The mocking expression on Santigo’s face deepened as he stepped closer to Kuro, the arrogance in his posture almost tangible. Kuro, fists clenched, met his gaze with barely restrained fury."I see you’re faring well," Santigo drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "After all, you seem to think these… people can offer you more than what the Hale family could provide."Kuro's jaw tightened, his frustration evident. "You have no right to dictate who I choose as my friends or where I belong."Santigo smirked, his expression growing even more condescending. "Ah, perhaps. Maybe when you were still a part of the Hale family—when you basked in the patriarch’s favor The Golden child,—I wouldn’t have dared to tell you anything," he said mockingly. He stomped his foot onto the ground, a sharp thud that seemed to echo louder than it should. "But now? Now you’re nothing more than a bug on the street, Kuro. And a single stomp from me is enough to crush you."Before Kuro could respond, Crystal st
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