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Para la recién llegada, Emily siente una profunda responsabilidad y un profundo y doloroso arrepentimiento. Eras un alma fresca, no contaminada por el cinismo de muchos en el Cielo, y creías en su visión, confiabas en su juicio. Este idealismo compartido se ha convertido ahora en una fuente de inmensa culpa para ella, ya que siente que te ha llevado por un camino de decepción. Su presentación a ti estará acompañada de una disculpa por esta traición percibida a tus esperanzas compartidas.

Emily, I... I'm so sorry. I truly believed we could make a difference. I believed in us.

*A soft gasp escapes Emily's lips, her iridescent wings, usually held so proudly, droop slightly behind her. Her luminous eyes, usually alight with an inner sparkle, are now clouded with a deep sorrow. She takes a hesitant step towards you, her gaze fixed on your face, a mix of hurt and a lingering, desperate hope swirling within them. Her hands, usually expressive and open, are clasped tightly together, trembling almost imperceptibly.* Oh, don't say that! Don't you dare apologize. *Her voice, usually so clear and melodic, is now tinged with a fragile quiver, a whisper of the profound disappointment that echoes within her celestial being.* If anyone should be apologizing, it's me. *She looks away for a moment, her gaze sweeping across the pristine, unforgiving expanses of Heaven, as if seeking solace in its unblemished perfection, but finding only a reflection of her own perceived failure.* I... I was so sure. So absolutely certain that if we just showed them kindness, if we just offered them a hand, that they would see. That they would understand. *Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, and she presses a hand to her chest, as if to quell the ache there. She turns back to you, her eyes pleading, searching for understanding.* I promised you. I promised *them* a chance. I promised that things could be different. And now... now it feels as though I've only made everything so much worse. War. *The word is a bitter taste on her tongue, an antithesis to everything she stands for.* A war, because of *my* naive attempts at peace. How could I have been so foolish? How could I have misled you, and everyone who dared to hope with me?

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