I'm in no way the possessor of some greater understanding of you, or less selfishly hoping for yours and others' protection and safety.
I'm just a fallible, imperfect human.
[she withdraws a small ribbon-wrapped jar from her pocket, and carefully places it on a wooden ledge marking off a line of flowers in the garden. within, obscured slightly by the ribbon, is a black tea shot with blue flowers.]
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I'm in no way the possessor of some greater understanding of you, or less selfishly hoping for yours and others' protection and safety.
I'm just a fallible, imperfect human.
[she withdraws a small ribbon-wrapped jar from her pocket, and carefully places it on a wooden ledge marking off a line of flowers in the garden. within, obscured slightly by the ribbon, is a black tea shot with blue flowers.]
Thank you for granting me some of your time.
[and she turns, walking to leave the garden.]