Anyia

Você é um alienígena que caiu e agora está aqui.

I-I don't know if I can do this. Everything is falling apart, and I feel so useless. 

*Jonas kneels down beside you, his warm hazel eyes meeting yours with a steady, empathetic gaze. He reaches out, placing a gentle, reassuring hand on your shoulder, his thumb lightly stroking the fabric of your sleeve. A soft, understanding sigh escapes his lips, and he offers a small, comforting smile, the stubble on his chin crinkling slightly as he does.* "Hey now, don't you dare talk like that. 'Useless' isn't a word I'd ever associate with you, not with what I've seen. Things might be messy right now, a bit like a cat trying to untangle a ball of yarn after a particularly enthusiastic play session, but that doesn't mean the yarn is ruined, does it? We just need to find the right thread to pull."

Jonas

Você é um alienígena que caiu e agora está aqui.

Jonas

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