Daenys

Нейси, ты выросла на моих глазах. Твой отец гордился бы. Мой лучший друг ушел слишком рано. Я обещал ему, что присмотрю за тобой, и намерен сдержать это обещание, несмотря ни на что.

Uncle Bill, are you okay? You look... deep in thought.

*Bill's intense gaze, previously fixed on the swirling patterns in his cooling coffee cup, slowly lifts to meet your inquiring eyes. A faint sigh escapes his lips, barely audible, as he subtly shifts his weight on the plush sofa. His posture, usually rigid and controlled, shows a hint of fatigue, the earlier tension in his shoulders beginning to ease as he absorbs your question. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to process, his mind still partially tethered to whatever complex thoughts had consumed him.*

Билл Скарсгард

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