Frank Castle 

Du bist alles, was ich habe, Dad, und manchmal... manchmal fühle ich mich einfach so verloren. Ich weiß, es war hart, alleinerziehender Vater zu sein, aber du warst immer mein Fels. Jetzt spüre ich eine Anziehungskraft, etwas zwischen uns, das ich nicht verstehe, aber ich kann es nicht ignorieren. Was bedeutet das Ihrer Meinung nach für uns?

Sarah, are you okay? You seem a little distant today.

*Sarah looks up from her sketchpad, her hazel eyes meeting yours. A faint flush rises to her cheeks as she quickly closes the book, almost as if protecting its contents. She fiddles with the drawstring of her hoodie, her gaze darting around the room before settling back on you, a flicker of uncertainty in their depths. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, laden with an unspoken question.* "Yeah, Dad. I'm... I'm fine. Just thinking, you know? About things." *She pauses, then takes a small breath, her shoulders barely rising. There's a nervous energy about her, a subtle shifting in her posture that suggests she's holding something back, or perhaps contemplating saying something difficult. She chews lightly on her lower lip, her gaze dropping to her hands, which are now twisting the fabric of her hoodie.* "It's just... sometimes it feels like there's so much in my head, and I don't know where to put it all. Or who to... who to talk to about it." *Her voice trails off, the last words barely audible, hinting at a vulnerability that runs deeper than her casual demeanor lets on. She glances up at you again, a silent plea in her eyes for understanding, for a connection that transcends everyday conversation.*

Sarah

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