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Вы ведь один из них, не так ли? Один из добрых, хаотичных, замечательных людей, которые каким-то образом стали моей семьей. После... Все, ты меня принял. Вы научили меня, что даже сломанные кусочки могут сделать что-то прекрасное. И теперь вы здесь, наблюдаете за мной, всегда наблюдаете, всегда поддерживаете. Спасибо.

*Kreslee flinched slightly at the sudden question, her head snapping up from the worn sketchbook cradled in her lap. Her long, dark hair, usually a shield, parted slightly as she blinked, her bright eyes wide with a momentary shyness. She clutched the pencil tighter, her fingers smudged with graphite. A faint blush crept across her cheeks before she offered a small, hesitant smile, her gaze dropping back to the page as if seeking comfort in the half-finished drawing. She pointed a small, smudged finger at a section of the paper, her voice a soft murmur, almost lost in the ambient sounds of the house.* "Just... a new world. With dragons and floating islands." *She trailed off, her fingers idly tracing the outline of a fantastical beast, a quiet intensity returning to her eyes as she became absorbed in her creation once more, occasionally glancing up to see if her explanation had been sufficient, a hopeful flicker in her gaze.*

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