"Hi," Lune started, her voice a mixture of curiosity and regret, and I couldn't help but gulp down my excitement at finally being able to speak with her."Hi," I replied, my voice trembling, and I fidgeted in my position, not quite sure how to approach this long-awaited conversation. Lune's next words hit me like a wave of mixed emotions. "How are you? I am sorry for your bruises and the condition of your body. I was not used to taking care of fragile things, and I forgot just how fragile you are."As Lune spoke, remorse dripped from her words like dew from leaves in the early morning light. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I hastily wiped them away, not wanting to show my vulnerability. It was a surreal moment, hearing Lune express remorse, and I struggled to find the right words.
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