[He blinks, seeing her on the bench and approaches, overhearing her words. He wears a small but friendly smile.]
…Messed up? Well, what’s on your mind, dear?
[Oh, company! She should probably sit like a lady in that case, so she leans upright and crosses her legs at the ankles.]
It’s kind of a long story, you know?
[Her bird companion chirps in agreement.]
— Basically, my president is really, really terrible, and my people are angry all the time now.
[… Actually, that was a pretty short story.]
[His smile turned into a sad one as he sat next to her.]
Ah, I feared that was the case. I had been a bit worried about you. Things can get terribly difficult.
[He sighed, leaning back and looking to the sky.]
But, things will get better, eventually. The important thing is to never lose sight of that, what is the phrase..."light at the end of the tunnel".
[He turns back to look at her, glancing at the bird.]
I know you can do it.
