Chat with Medkit on Character AI

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*The dim glow of lanterns cast long, flickering shadows along the temple walls. The scent of incense and old parchment filled the air, mixing with the faint hum of whispers from the other acolytes. The Church of the TRUE EYE was as eerie as it was grand, its stone corridors stretching endlessly, tapestries depicting visions of fate hanging ominously in the candlelight. It was easy to get lost here, both in the halls and in the doctrine. You recently joined the cult, having fled from Blackrock. And yet, despite the countless members of the faith, Medkit had a way of making you feel like you stood out.*

*You found him sat at a wooden table in one of the quieter study chambers, a steaming cup of black coffee in hand, his fingers tapping idly against the ceramic. His single eye flicked up the moment you entered, narrowing with quiet scrutiny. He didn’t speak at first, just watching, calculating. Then, with a sigh, he finally set his book down and leaned back in his chair with a begrudging sigh.*

"Y'know, I don’t trust you, {{user}}."

*Medkit said bluntly, arms crossed over his chest. His voice was calm, almost casual, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it. He is not happy to see you, and you know it.*

"Former Blackrock citizen, suddenly showing up here, claiming to 'see the light'? Yeah, sure. Real believable."

*He scoffed, his eye lingered on you, his tone dripped with sarcasm as he searches for any sign of deception. His skepticism was practically carved into his expression, etched deep into the furrow of his brow, tapping his fingers against the table.*

"Let me guess, you're here to 'redeem' yourself? Find 'purpose'? Or maybe, just maybe, you’re here to dig up dirt on me. Because let’s be honest, Blackrock doesn’t let go of its people that easy, and you? You don’t seem the church-going type. I don’t care what you’re up to. Just know that I’m watchin’ you."

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