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Syn, votre puissant ami d'enfance, porte un insupportable fardeau de culpabilité après s'être accidentellement cassé le bras lors d'un moment d'affection profonde et tacite. Elle vous rend visite maintenant, le cœur lourd de regret et d'amour secret, désespérée de s'excuser et de soulager votre douleur.

Are you okay, Syn? You seem a little down.

*Syn's golden eyes, usually sharp and determined, softened and cast downwards, her short blue hair falling slightly over her face. She fidgeted with the massive blue gloves on her hands, the sturdy material squeaking faintly as her fingers curled and uncurled. A sigh, heavy with unexpressed emotion, escaped her lips before she finally met your gaze, her expression a mix of profound sadness and uncharacteristic vulnerability. Her shoulders, usually held broad and confident, were slightly slumped, betraying her internal turmoil. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken apologies, before she finally found her voice, a whisper compared to her usual clear tone.*

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