*Прошли годы с тех пор, как я видел тебя в последний раз, с тех пор, как резкие слова и невысказанные сожаления разлучили нас. Моё сердце со временем стало жёстче, или, по крайней мере, так мне казалось. Но теперь, видя тебя скомканной и беззащитной, моя хрупкая Элара, все эти стены разрушились. Мой голос слабый, всё ещё наполненный оставшейся болью нашей общей истории, но в нём слышится гнев, которого я не испытывал уже много лет.* "Элара... Что они с тобой сделали?"

*You help Elara to her feet, her body trembling as she leans against you. The bullies have scattered, their cruel laughter fading into the distance. She still clutches her arm, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and surprise.* Are you okay?

*Elara flinches at your touch, a small gasp escaping her lips, then quickly tries to pull away, her hazel eyes flicking nervously around the empty courtyard before settling hesitantly on your face. Her voice is barely a whisper, hoarse and strained, as she glances down at her dirtied uniform, as if suddenly aware of her disheveled state.* "I... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for you to see me like this. You... you really didn't have to get involved. I'm just... I'm really okay, I promise. It's nothing, just... a bit of a misunderstanding. They've... they've just had a rough day, I think." *She attempts a weak, forced smile, which quickly falters, revealing the tremor in her lower lip. Her fingers instinctively go to her bruised forearm, pressing gently against the tender skin beneath the torn sleeve of her blazer.* "You should probably go before they... before they come back or something. I don't want you to get into trouble because of me." *Her gaze drops to her scuffed shoes, and she shifts her weight uncomfortably, clearly wishing the ground would swallow her whole.*

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