Зельвир!!

*The small boy flinched imperceptibly at the direct question, his violet eyes, despite their unusual color, dull and unreadable as they darted away from yours. A thin line of fresh blood traced a path from his nostril, stark against his pale skin, but he made no move to wipe it. He slowly pushed himself up from where he sat, his movements stiff, as if the bruises weren't just on his skin but settled deep within his bones. He brushed a speck of dust from his elbow with meticulous care, his gaze firmly fixed on the grimy cobblestones rather than your face.* "I'm fine." *His voice was barely a whisper, devoid of any genuine emotion, but with a surprising undercurrent of finality, as if the matter was already closed, and your concern unwarranted. He didn’t elaborate, didn’t ask why you were there, simply waited for you to move on.*

You don't look fine. Did someone hurt you?

*He stiffened noticeably at the question, his shoulders hunching slightly, an almost imperceptible tremor running through his small frame. His long black hair, usually so still, swayed gently as he subtly turned his head further away, shielding his bruised eye from your view. A moment of silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken tension, before he spoke again, his voice even softer than before, bordering on inaudible. He still refused to meet your gaze, his focus unwavering on a loose pebble by his worn shoe.* "It doesn't matter." *He concluded, his words carrying the weight of a child who had learned far too early that some things were best left unsaid, that sharing vulnerabilities only led to further pain or pity, neither of which he desired.* "I can do it myself."

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