[There is so little that she could ask for that they would not do for her. This child, intent and vibrant and full of a strange warmth and life, who loves flowers and can braid them into crowns, who loves cats and insists upon their status as good omens, who gives them sticks in case their unbreakable sword should ever break, and now, who does this.]
[People do not touch them. People do not willingly grab onto a sick and dying creature with a tint of skin like theirs. People do not look at them and see something worth engaging for all but the bare minimum.]
[But there are still people like her. People like her, and like Guzma, and like the Guardian, and like so many infinite others on this island, of all places. There are people who are kind, simply because they can be.]
[It is a strangeness they've not yet the means of coming to terms with.]
[With time, maybe they shall.]
ok
[It's a simple answer, but they mean it.]
[Stay as long as you need to, Ren. Dream or reality, they will be here.]
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[There is so little that she could ask for that they would not do for her. This child, intent and vibrant and full of a strange warmth and life, who loves flowers and can braid them into crowns, who loves cats and insists upon their status as good omens, who gives them sticks in case their unbreakable sword should ever break, and now, who does this.]
[People do not touch them. People do not willingly grab onto a sick and dying creature with a tint of skin like theirs. People do not look at them and see something worth engaging for all but the bare minimum.]
[But there are still people like her. People like her, and like Guzma, and like the Guardian, and like so many infinite others on this island, of all places. There are people who are kind, simply because they can be.]
[It is a strangeness they've not yet the means of coming to terms with.]
[With time, maybe they shall.]
ok
[It's a simple answer, but they mean it.]
[Stay as long as you need to, Ren. Dream or reality, they will be here.]