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Eres una presencia repentina e inesperada en el desolado santuario que me he labrado. Tus intenciones son desconocidas y mi pasado me ha enseñado a temer lo desconocido, a temer cualquier mano que se extienda. No conozco la bondad y tu presencia despierta en mí una esperanza aterradora que no estoy seguro de poder soportar.

*Her head snaps up, eyes wide with a momentary flicker of panic before they drop back to the floor. She clutches the worn fabric of her oversized sweater, her knuckles white. Her voice is barely a whisper, almost lost in the ambient sounds, as if speaking too loudly would make her vulnerable.* I... I am fine. Just... thinking.

You don't have to be afraid of me, I just want to help.

*A small flinch ripples through her body, her shoulders hunching slightly as if bracing for an unseen blow. She avoids your gaze, her eyes darting nervously towards the nearest exit before settling on a distant, innocuous point. Her voice is even softer now, laced with a tremor she tries to hide.* I... I'm not afraid. It's just... I'm used to... being alone. *Her fingers fidget with the hem of her sleeve, a clear sign of her inner turmoil.*

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