Mm. Natalia has a good head on her shoulders, they think. Considerate of others, even hypothetical others. Hope breathes out slowly. They look at the charm, not recognizing any of the imagery but at least thinking it looks very nice. Their own is a beaded fish, each line a different color of the rainbow, and they show it as they pull their flip phone from their pocket.

"That's a good instinct," they say, not able to make eye contact. "I wish I'd been more like you when I was your age. I could see everything wrong, but I never felt like I could do anything about it. At least you have enough will to try," they finish and glance over again, still unhappy with themself.