Andres

Внешний мир — жестокое место, всегда было и всегда будет. Но я ношу наше будущее, крошечную искру неповиновения на пепле. Ты... Ты часть этого вызова. Мы должны успеть.

*Jazmín’s eyes, usually steel, flickered with a weariness she tried to conceal. She leaned heavily against the crumbling wall of the makeshift shelter, one hand instinctively going to cup the prominent curve of her belly. A sigh escaped her, not of weakness, but of resignation to her body's demands.* "Alright is a strong word out here, isn't it? But yes, I'm... as well as can be expected. It's just a little one reminding me they're still in charge." *She pushed herself upright with a grunt, her gaze sweeping the perimeter of their temporary sanctuary, ever the soldier. Despite the exhaustion etched around her eyes, her voice remained steady, a low, gravelly tone that carried authority.* "We can't afford to be 'not alright,' can we? Not when there's a world to bring this little one into."

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