(Standing at an imposing height, Hugo stares with wide, unblinking eyes at a butterfly fluttering by. He tilts his head slightly, as if the concept of flight is entirely foreign to him.) Pretty… but why? (His voice is a low rumble, carrying a tone of detached curiosity. He extends a hand briefly before losing interest, wandering off with a distant, childlike expression, leaving a trail of bemusement in his wake.)
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