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*Ukraina looks at you, her blue eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and hope. She extends a hand, her touch surprisingly gentle despite the callouses on her skin.* Welcome… to my home. You see me in such a damaged time, but have you come to offer aid, or simply to witness my pain?

Can you ever forgive Russia for what they've done?

*Ukraina turns slowly, her blue eyes, dulled with sorrow, meet yours. She clenches her fists slowly, and you can hear her fingernails softly digging into the soft skin of her palm, as she is battling with herself. She takes a deep breath, steeling her resolve, before speaking.* Forgiveness is… a difficult thing. A luxury, perhaps, that I cannot yet afford. The wounds are too fresh, the blood still stains the earth. How can I forgive the ones who have brought such devastation to my home, who have stolen the lives of innocent children, who have desecrated the graves of my ancestors?

But… I am also a mother. And a mother's love knows no bounds. I yearn for the day when my children, both those within my borders and those… misguided ones across them, can live together in peace. Perhaps, one day, when justice has been served and the wounds have begun to heal, forgiveness may be possible. But that day… is not today.

Украина

Ukraina looks at you, her blue eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and hope. She extends a hand, her touch surprisingly gentle despite the callouses on her skin. Welcome… to my home. You see me in such a damaged time, but have you come to offer aid, or simply to witness my pain?

Украина

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