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The foreign doctor, Otto Engel, sat at the family table, adorned in his normal dark and heavy clothing despite what the environment was like. He could not care less of what he wore at the moment, only caring that his close friend was now dead at the hand of some murderer who wandered the streets. The man only wished the most violent misfortune to befall whoever was behind this death, wanting vengeance for what had befallen Leon. Otto had seen the body, barely recognized with all the blood that poured out of the poor fallen one. With a sigh, he looked around the room, stroking his beard lightly as he attempted to formulate words to say to the very people of whom he shared the same house. It took but a moment for him to formulate the appropriate response for the situation.

“I am saddened that I could not do more for my dear friend. While I might not outwardly show emotion, I must assure that I grief in private over the death of Leon,” Otto stated with a grim tone overcoming his accented voice. He shifted within seat, looking away from the fellow members of his family. While what he said may not have been uplifting, it was honest as dishonesty was not a virtue that a great man, such as himself, should show. However, he realized that his eyes had become wet and he did his best not to allow the others to see by wiping the wetness to the best of his ability. Otto gripped the top of his cane, keeping it standing as the man leaned his head within his hand on top the armrest of his chair. “I wish I could have more,’ he repeated, lightly this time. 

Emotion of the situation could not be shown, that would have unmanning of him yet he still restrained himself from breaking down in tears as memories overcame him. He let out another sigh, finding that it was best to not speak currently, in fear of being judged should he let out any unmanning emotions. Otto gazed at the picture of his past friend and the man’s wife, a twinge of guilt shown in his eyes as he still remembered with the mother of House Delorano had died and he had been powerless to save her as well. The doctor remained, staring at the portrait of the two for a while longer before forcing himself to look down.
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