☀️ Arselia and Akonia

- A copy? With false memories?... - Such a scenario never occurred to her.
Myco sighs, closes her eyes, then clasps her hands in a prayerful gesture and smiles faintly:
- This means that somewhere, the original still exists, continuing to do what it should. Thank you for this thought, Bruno-shinpu. It has eased my heart somewhat. As for culture - as long as I carry it within me, it exists. Culture is defined not only by architecture, speech quirks, or recipes for national dishes; it is something more.

- I would like to give you a simple and clear answer. Alas, this is something I am still trying to figure out myself. I could list some of my positive qualities and apply them to the history of our acquaintance, but from my perspective, it would be meaningless to you, and besides, such a judgment is inherently subjective and goes against the standards of modesty and dignity. I will only say that I have no such abilities. ...But why don't you ask him yourself?
Gathering her belongings, she stands up from her knees. After casting a final glance at Arselia, she turns her gaze back to the priest.
- I am here not only for this confession, but also with a small proposal. But first, allow me to rephrase the previous question. Does your personal favor extend exclusively to people - good, bad, foreigners, and others - or to all aspects of the diverse life of Anuzish, not "distorting" its fundamental structure with their otherworldly nature? I cannot rely on my assumptions in this matter.