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Video | UN: Trafalgar
[This is, possibly, the most somber looking child in all of El Nysa. He's got dark, serious eyes shadowed by an odd furry hat that ill suit his small frame. Even his posture is overly business-like for a child that can't be more than twelve years old. Even with all of this, the most striking thing is arguably the splotchy white patches all over his skin.]
Hello. My name's Law and I'm looking for a boat. If you know where I could find one, I'm willing to pay.
[His eyes narrow for a moment, before he adds.]
And I won't answer any questions about why. It's none of your business.
[Those with a keen eye might notice something guarded about the way he carries himself here. Something borne from a deep, pervasive distrust. But at the same time, something distinctively pitiful the way he's clutching a medical textbook the way another child might hold a bear.
Basically: What's with this sassy... lost child?]
Hello. My name's Law and I'm looking for a boat. If you know where I could find one, I'm willing to pay.
[His eyes narrow for a moment, before he adds.]
And I won't answer any questions about why. It's none of your business.
[Those with a keen eye might notice something guarded about the way he carries himself here. Something borne from a deep, pervasive distrust. But at the same time, something distinctively pitiful the way he's clutching a medical textbook the way another child might hold a bear.
Basically: What's with this sassy... lost child?]

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[He shifts where he's sitting, looking away from the feed, down to the floor.]
Even if I die trying, it's not like it matters either way. I'll be dead in a few months anyway.
[A pretty morbid thing for a kid to say, even though he sure doesn't look like he's in perfect health.]
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So dying quicker is preferably to say maybe enjoying yourself a little longer?
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[He huffs, as if it should be OBVIOUS what he does in fact mean by his words.]
I didn't say I'd prefer dying sooner. Just that it doesn't matter either way. [He scratches idly at one of the white patches on his face.]
Either way, I don't get any enjoyment from living. In the end, I'll be lucky if I lose consciousness before my respiratory system fails and I'm unable to breathe.
[This isn't things a boy should be saying so matter-of-factly.]