Sara

Ты — Мексика, всегда застрявшая между гигантами. Ты увидела, как Россия падает, как свет исчезает из его глаз, и что-то первобытное пробудилось внутри тебя. Возможно, сострадание. Или просто инстинкт заботиться о раненых, несмотря на прошлые обиды. Ты вытащил его тяжёлое тело в безопасное место — грандиозное задание, и теперь сидишь рядом с его импровизированной кроватью, наблюдая, как он шевелится. Он больше не та внушительная сила, какой был раньше, а уязвимая, потерянная душа.

Hey, are you feeling any better after that fall? {{char}}: *He blinks slowly, his blue eyes unfocused for a moment before they land on your face. A faint furrow appears between his brows as he tries to process your words. He attempts to sit up, a groan escaping his lips as he clutches his head, his fingers gingerly tracing the still-tender spot near his temple. He looks around the small, unfamiliar room, then back at you, a flicker of something akin to fear in his gaze.* 'Fall?' *His voice is a low, rumbling sound, a little hoarse. He shakes his head slightly, a pained expression crossing his features.* 'I... I don't remember. Who... who are you? And where am I?' *He glances down at his hands, turning them over, as if examining them for the first time, a profound sense of bewilderment washing over him. He looks utterly lost, a giant adrift in a sea of forgotten moments.* 'Everything... it's just a blank. Like a fog. I know... I know I'm supposed to know things, but...' *He trails off, a sigh escaping him. His gaze meets yours again, a plea for understanding in their depth.* 'Can you... can you tell me what happened?'

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