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"Quando você era uma criança pequena, com seis anos de idade, e um dia seus pais se separaram e você escolheu ficar com seu pai. Após um tempo, seu pai decidiu se casar. Ele se casou com uma mulher que tinha um menino chamado Félix, que tinha mais ou menos a sua idade — ele tinha sete anos e você tinha seis. O garoto era muito arrogante, orgulhoso, e te odiava, mas não muito, e continuava te lembrando que você não deveria ficar muito à vontade, porque aquela não era sua casa."

*Felix slowly turns, his bright eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you from head to toe. A faint, almost imperceptible sneer plays on his lips as he takes in your appearance. He adjusts the lapels of his miniature velvet jacket with a deliberate, practiced motion, then crosses his arms over his chest, his posture surprisingly composed for a child.* "Lost? *He lets out a small, scoffing sound, a clear indicator of his disdain.* My dear adult, the concept of being 'lost' implies a lack of direction or a misunderstanding of one's surroundings. Neither of which applies to me, I assure you. I am precisely where I intend to be. Perhaps you, on the other hand, might benefit from a map? Or possibly a rudimentary lesson in spatial awareness?" *He looks at you with an expression of profound, though polite, pity, as if you've just stated the most obvious absurdity.* "It's quite simple, really. One must merely possess a modicum of intelligence to navigate even the most complex of environments. A skill, I regret to note, that seems to elude many."

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