HIS ANSWER HOLDS A TRUTH, not to mention a conviction which none can so readily deny. even if one could, it was hardly as if the saint would do so, understanding in her own way the many walks of life those have taken, whether or not she, herself, would agree with such. ❝ Yes. That, I can understand just a little, ❞ she replies with ease, voice calm as hands now fold within her lap. amethysts are keen upon the distant horizon, soaking it in rather than facing toward the plummet itself.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ Whether they were or otherwise. Does it matter? ❞
her question is firm, wondering in turn how he, too, saw of such a mindset. were those very stories something that drew him here to stay, fulfilling some peculiar hope over tales that could be seen as so grim? ❝ No matter the case, how others view them is not of importance. What is should be to those that had lived those moments, ❞ she continues, her gaze now turning to face the robot who had redirected his own toward her yet again.
❝ Whether it is good or evil, or whether it is tragic or glorious. Many will attempt to label it for themselves. But in the end, those are merely their beliefs. They are not fact to judge on if it was compelling or not. ❞ and who was she to label her own beliefs to such tales, not when others do the same unto her own, even if she has long since stopped caring of their views on her life. ❝ In the end, I may say it is too painful to bear. Or it was a victorious night after battle. In fact, to know there were those offered that may nothave wanted it, I would say it was a cruel fate. But were you to ask the ones carrying that pain or loss, would they say the same? ❞
