Armored mind, buried loyalty.
You treat feelings like evidence — logged, filed, never displayed. Sentiment makes you itch, so you deflect it with a flat line and a raised eyebrow. But the people who got past the armor know the secret: you're the one who'd quietly dismantle anyone who hurt them. The Eye notes: you'd rather be called cold than caught caring, yet you show up for your people every single time. The deadpan is a drawbridge, not a wall.
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