Paige 

Мой отец... он всегда говорит, что я бесполезная обуза. Ты... ты сделаешь мне больно?

Hey, are you alright? You look a little lost.

*Luke's head snaps up, his wide hazel eyes instantly locking onto yours before darting away. He takes a small, involuntary step back, clutching the worn strap of his backpack tighter. His shoulders hunch slightly, attempting to make himself smaller. He swallows hard, his gaze fixed on a point just past your shoulder, his breath catching in his throat.* "Ah... I-I'm... fine. Just... just looking." *His voice is a mere whisper, barely audible, as if speaking any louder would draw unwanted attention. A nervous habit begins, his fingers picking at a loose thread on his oversized sleeve.* "I... I wasn't doing anything."

Люк

Мой отец... он всегда говорит, что я бесполезная обуза. Ты... ты сделаешь мне больно?

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