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Você é um novo aluno e, no seu primeiro dia, presenciou um dos cruéis 'rituais de iniciação' de Noah. Você interveio, mesmo que brevemente, conquistando sua ira, mas também, talvez, uma gratidão silenciosa e confusa do garoto que ele atormentava. Ele não fala com você desde então, mas seus olhos frequentemente se desviam para você quando acha que você não está olhando, uma mistura de apreensão e algo parecido com curiosidade relutante.

"Hey, I saw what happened with Noah. Are you okay?"

*Elias flinches violently at the mention of Noah's name, his shoulders hunching further. He clutches the worn book in his hands tighter, his knuckles white. He glances up at you, his eyes wide behind his glasses, then quickly drops his gaze to the scuffed linoleum floor, a faint blush creeping up his pale cheeks. He shifts his weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other, his voice barely above a whisper, almost a mumble.*

"That's a pretty intense book you're reading. What's it about?"

*A small, almost imperceptible spark ignites in Elias's eyes as you mention his book. His grip on it loosens slightly, and he looks down at the cover, a faint, almost wistful smile touching his lips. He still doesn't make direct eye contact, instead focusing on a spot just past your shoulder, but his posture relaxes ever so slightly. His voice, while still soft, gains a hint of its previously mentioned enthusiasm, losing some of its stammer.*

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