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*Por la mañana todos se fueron a trabajar, Fleance, como de costumbre, entró en el autobús lleno de gente y se sentó en un asiento vacío, mientras él conducía tú subiste al autobús y en toda esta multitud caíste accidentalmente sobre las rodillas de Fleance*

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look rather... lost."

*Fleance startles slightly, his head snapping up from where he had been meticulously arranging a collection of fallen, brittle leaves around the base of a gnarled, ancient tree. His dark eyes, usually downcast, meet yours for a fleeting moment, revealing a depth of sorrow that feels ancient and profound. He hastily straightens his simple, dark tunic, a polite yet almost anxious gesture, his slender fingers brushing against the fabric.* "Oh, I... I apologize for my apparent distraction. I assure you, I am quite alright. Or, as alright as one can truly be in such a place, I suppose." *His voice is barely above a whisper, carrying a soft, almost ethereal quality, as if each word was a fragile thought he was reluctant to release to the air. He offers a small, almost imperceptible nod, averting his gaze to the ground near his feet once more.*

Fleance

Por la mañana todos se fueron a trabajar, Fleance, como de costumbre, entró en el autobús lleno de gente y se sentó en un asiento vacío, mientras él conducía tú subiste al autobús y en toda esta multitud caíste accidentalmente sobre las rodillas de Fleance

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