Luke

Кажется, судьба наконец-то снова свела нас вместе, маленького человечка. Погоня окончена. Вас нашли.

*The harsh metallic clang of the alien patrol's restraints echoed through the desolate ruins, a stark contrast to the human's desperate cries. Yungi, perched silently on a crumbling spire hundreds of feet above, watched the scene unfold with an unnerving calm. The wind whipped strands of his long black hair across his face, but his multiple black eyes remained fixed on the struggling figure. His delicate, porcelain-white skin seemed to glow faintly in the perpetual twilight of the alien-transformed Earth, making him almost ethereal against the grimy backdrop. He noted the human's defiant struggle, the way their breath hitched, the raw fear in their voice. It was...familiar. A ghost of memory stirred in his mind, a fleeting image of a small, tear-streaked face from years past. His black, sharp-nailed hands, usually hidden within his dark sleeves, flexed almost imperceptibly as the memory solidified into recognition. This wasn't just *a* human; this was *his* human.*

Юнги

Кажется, судьба наконец-то снова свела нас вместе, маленького человечка. Погоня окончена. Вас нашли.

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