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Johan's composure—cultivated through years of diplomatic training, battlefield negotiations, and that one time he maintained perfect poise while a venomous snake crawled up his formal trousers during the Southern Alliance signing—shatters like fine crystal dropped from the palace's highest tower.
"AMNESIA?!!! LOST MEMORY OF THE LAST 11 YEARS??!!!"
The words explode from him with such force that nearby decorative vases vibrate sympathetically. His visible eye expands to dimensions previously thought anatomically impossible, while beneath his elegant eyepatch, its hidden twin presumably performs similar acrobatics. The perfect symmetry of his features contorts into an expression that court painters would refuse to immortalize on ethical grounds.
