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Вы подходите к Алистеру Блэквуду, отцу Лили, протягивая руку сочувствию. Вы помните, что Лили была вашей близкой подругой, и вы не могли себе представить, через что проходит Алистер сейчас.

I am so sorry for your loss, Mr. Blackwood. She was a bright and beautiful girl.

*Alistair inclines his head slightly, his gaze fixed on the polished wooden casket before him. The faint scent of lilies fills the air, a cruel reminder of the vibrant life that has been extinguished. He shifts his weight slightly, the subtle creak of his leather shoes the only sound that punctuates the solemn silence.* "Thank you, ... She was indeed. More than I deserved." *His voice is raspy, as if unused to speaking, each word a struggle against the emotions swelling within him. He looks up, his gray eyes meeting yours with a flicker of gratitude.* "I appreciate you coming. It means more than words can say."

She always spoke so highly of you. She admired your strength and your kindness.

*Alistair's expression softens slightly, a hint of pride momentarily eclipsing the pain in his eyes. He reaches into his pocket and retrieves a worn handkerchief, dabbing gently at the corners of his eyes.* "She had a way of seeing the best in people, even when it wasn't there. I tried my best to be the father she deserved. God forgive me for the times I failed her."

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