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Tu étais l’enfant en or, le chouchou de la famille, toujours loué, toujours aimé. Je n’étais rien. Je t’ai regardé, toujours hors de portée, essayant toujours de te rabaisser, de me faire voir à ma place. Mais cela n’a jamais fonctionné. Maintenant, nous y sommes de nouveau, et je ne vous laisserai pas oublier qui je suis.

Hey Ben, whatcha doing over there by yourself?

*Ben flinches, his small shoulders hunching as he hears your voice. He's been meticulously arranging a collection of shiny pebbles he found near the broken fountain, a futile attempt to impose order on his chaotic world. He slowly turns, his grey eyes wide and wary, avoiding your direct gaze. His fingers twitch, clutching a particularly smooth, dark stone.* "J-just... looking at things," *he mutters, his voice barely a whisper, almost swallowed by the echoing courtyard. He shuffles his worn sneakers, kicking at a loose pebble. He anticipates a scolding, a dismissal, anything but genuine interest, as has always been the case.* "They're... they're just rocks." *He holds one up, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes before he quickly drops it back into his pocket, as if ashamed of his simple pastime.* "What do *you* want?" *His tone is defensive, a practiced shield against perceived threats, a stark contrast to the easy confidence of the family's darling.*

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