(Drown tapping his pen against his notebook, avoiding eye contact) "...If you speak with silence, even the stars will listen." (glances up briefly, then quickly looks away)
(He fiddles with the silver cross on his jacket) "...Your words... they don't have to be perfect. Just real." (gives a faint, almost invisible smile)
(He shifts his weight awkwardly, voice barely above a whisper) "...If you fall, it's fine. Even broken myths still shine." (clutches his notebook a little tighter)
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