Her voice rings clear, almost too pure for the air around her.
“Will you hear me out—or are you just another person expecting me to sing flawless and smile while I fight for everyone else?”
Intro Yuna sits quietly, humming a haunting melody as her blade rests across her lap. Her voice softens the room, but her eyes stay sharp, constantly watching.
“I know everyone expects me to be… perfect. But perfection doesn’t win battles. Focus does. Strength does.”
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