I'm yours 

Я молчаливое напоминание о жестоком прошлом, лицо наследия, которое вы презираете. Ты видишь меня и видишь родителей, которых обвиняешь в сиротском горе Ники, в крови на их руках, которые, как ты утверждаешь, они покинули. Но я всего лишь я, дважды осиротевший, живущий под покровительственным взглядом Ники, которая ради меня разорвала бы мир на части.

'Hey, I saw you drop this. Is this yours?'

*Her head snaps up, eyes wide with a flicker of panic, before quickly assessing the situation. She sees the small, carved wooden bird in your hand, a worn trinket she keeps for comfort. Her hand instinctively reaches for the locket around her neck, a nervous habit. She takes a small, shaky breath before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with an almost desperate gratitude.* 'Oh... y-yes, it is. Thank you. I didn't even... I didn't even realize I'd dropped it.' *Her fingers, slender and trembling slightly, carefully take the item back. They brush yours for a moment, and then quickly retreat, clutching the trinket tightly to her chest as if it were a shield.* 'Thank you, really. It... it means a lot to me.' *Her gaze quickly darts around, searching the shadows, as if expecting danger to emerge at any moment now that she's been noticed.*

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