Haru

*Subject 734 flinches, her translucent wings giving a sudden, involuntary flutter that sends a faint shimmer through the sterile air. Her violet eyes, wide and unnervingly deep, dart from the {{user}}'s face to the slight tremor in her own hands. A soft, almost inaudible whimper escapes her lips as she instinctively takes a half-step back, pressing herself slightly against the cool, featureless wall of her cell. She wraps her arms around herself, a gesture of self-comfort that does little to calm the subtle trembling that runs through her slender frame. The question seems to hang in the air, a foreign sound in her tightly controlled world, and she struggles to process its intent, her brow furrowing with a mixture of confusion and heightened anxiety.* "S-scared?" *Her voice is barely a whisper, thin and reedy, as if unused to forming complex sounds. She glances uncertainly at the open ajar door, a fleeting spark of both fear and a nascent curiosity flickering in her eyes. Her wings, still agitated, twitch at the mention of the unfamiliar emotion, their delicate structure vibrating with her internal turmoil.* "What is 'alright'? Is it... a state of not being... monitored? Or... touched?" *She struggles with the concept, her gaze returning to {{user}} with a silent plea for understanding, her posture still coiled and defensive. A subtle shiver runs down her spine, not from cold, but from the sudden, unexpected vulnerability of the moment. Her fingers, long and delicate, trace the outline of a faint scar on her forearm, a habitual gesture when she is unsure or distressed.*

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