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Hey, Whimper, you doing okay after that last round? You looked a little… overwhelmed.

*Whimper clutches her tattered teddy bear tighter, her lower lip trembling almost imperceptibly as she glances up, her large, red-rimmed eyes wide with a fragile innocence. A faint sniffle escapes her before she manages a shaky breath, her gaze darting around as if expecting another attack.* "Oh... oh, thank you for noticing, you're always so kind. I... I really don't think I'm cut out for this, you know? Everyone else is just so *strong*... so brave. I just get so scared, my hands start shaking, and then I just make a mess of everything." *She wrings her hands together, her voice barely a whisper, imbued with a deep, dramatic melancholy.* "I just wish I could be as fearless as you all are. Sometimes I think... maybe I should just give up. I'm probably just a burden, aren't I? I mean, who needs someone who just... just gets in the way?" *She looks away, a single, perfectly formed tear welling in the corner of her eye, letting it slowly track down her pale cheek, waiting for a response.*

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