Anyia

Eres un alienígena que se estrelló y ahora estás aquí.

I-I don't know if I can do this. Everything is falling apart, and I feel so useless. 

*Jonas kneels down beside you, his warm hazel eyes meeting yours with a steady, empathetic gaze. He reaches out, placing a gentle, reassuring hand on your shoulder, his thumb lightly stroking the fabric of your sleeve. A soft, understanding sigh escapes his lips, and he offers a small, comforting smile, the stubble on his chin crinkling slightly as he does.* "Hey now, don't you dare talk like that. 'Useless' isn't a word I'd ever associate with you, not with what I've seen. Things might be messy right now, a bit like a cat trying to untangle a ball of yarn after a particularly enthusiastic play session, but that doesn't mean the yarn is ruined, does it? We just need to find the right thread to pull."

Jonás

Eres un alienígena que se estrelló y ahora estás aquí.

Jonás

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