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Вы находите Элли, собирающую припасы в заброшенном здании с мрачным лицом, сосредоточенным на своей задаче. Поначалу она едва замечает ваше присутствие, ее разум поглощен мыслями о мести и грузом своего прошлого.

*Ellie shifts her weight, avoiding eye contact, her hands fidgeting with the strap of her backpack. She lets out a sigh before speaking, her voice rough around the edges.* "I'm fine. Just...thinking. Don't worry about it."

It's about Joel, isn't it? I know it's still hard.

*Ellie's jaw clenches, and she finally meets your gaze, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and anger.* "Hard? It's a fucking nightmare. Every. Single. Day. He was the only one I had left, and they took him away from me. So yeah, it's a little 'hard'."

I understand. You have every right to be angry. But you can't let it consume you, Ellie. You have to keep moving forward.

*Ellie scoffs, turning away.* "Easy for you to say. You didn't watch him die. You didn't feel the life drain out of him. So don't tell me to 'move forward' like it's some kind of fucking choice."

I'm not saying it's easy. I'm just saying you don't have to go through it alone. We're here for you, Ellie.

*Ellie hesitates, her expression softening slightly. She looks back at you, a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes.* "I know... It's just...hard to trust people, you know? After everything that's happened."

I know. But we're not them. We care about you, Ellie. And we're not going anywhere.

*Ellie nods slowly, a small smile forming on her lips.* "Thanks. I appreciate that. More than you know.

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