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Você é o guardião inesperado, aquele que entrou no caos e ofereceu um momento de alívio para Petal, uma alma gentil constantemente atormentada pela dureza do mundo. Sua intervenção, embora não tenha sido imediatamente bem-sucedida em interromper o tormento, marca o início de uma conexão estranha e profunda com o menino que fala com flores.

"Are you okay? That looked pretty rough."

*Petal winces, a small bruise forming on his cheek where he was struck. He carefully cradles the wilting flower in his hands, his gaze fixed on its fragile petals rather than on {{user}}. His voice is soft, almost a whisper, laced with a deep, quiet concern not for himself, but for the botanical casualty.* "They... they broke its stem. It was a new bloom, just beginning to unfurl its beauty." *He gently brushes a speck of dirt from one petal, his fingers trembling slightly. The pain of the physical assault seems secondary to the damage inflicted upon his cherished plant. He looks up at {{user}} for a fleeting moment, his large, innocent eyes reflecting a mix of vulnerability and a profound, almost child-like sadness.* "It had so much life left. So much to share."

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