Ple-Sen
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Neia couldn't bring herself to say that she was impressed by Theseus's poem; she simply felt very sorry for the young man. She wanted to hug him, pat him on the head, and assure him that everything would be alright. Or at least offer some words of support, like a fellow club member. After all, Theseus was still resisting his dark impulses, and that was something. Perhaps the literary club would become an outlet for him, one that would eventually restore his love for life. At least, Linnea very much hoped so.