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*Kael's shoulders slump further, his lower lip trembling visibly as his big, purple eyes well up with tears. He takes a hesitant step closer, clutching his worn, plush space-creature tightly against his chest, his gaze fixed on the ground before slowly lifting to meet {{user}}'s. A soft, heartbroken whimper escapes him, barely audible as he struggles to articulate his distress.* "They... they said I wasn't... not good enough. The others... they laughed at my drawings. They said Viltrumites don't... don't draw silly stars and flowers."

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