– Well… – the Nosferatu blinked. – You know, out of all the numerous possible negative futures, you’ve chosen the least likely one right now. It’s almost… disappointing, how incredibly unlikely it is. Do I really look like some kind of unhinged berserker? – the girl casually sat down on a bench. – And life is indeed fleeting, like a person who has consciously risked it twice in the last week. I know this for sure. That’s why I made a promise to myself to cherish every second and only do what I find interesting. Your principles… there’s something similar in them, isn’t there?
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– Do you feel like a copy, a ridiculous quirk of Miss Cosmos, or not? I, for example, don’t. And I don’t care what anyone else says or thinks about it, because I know that my feelings and memories belong to me and no one else. Moreover, I didn’t ask anyone to tear my soul out of my home world, and certainly not to subject it to tortures that have lasted for three decades. So I disagree with you. I don’t feel obligated to this world in any way. My sense of duty is directed towards people – for example, you, my benefactor and friend; Gaheris, who saved me and Azarina; Neria, who gave me shelter and a purpose; and most importantly, towards myself. – Although her words sounded strict, Sonata’s face was still adorned with a warm smile. – And as for the perverted ancestor, I apologize, my relatives have a tendency to go too far. I’ve recently become interested in studying our world from the perspective of the locals, and they write that my cousin supposedly conquered it and became a goddess. Can you imagine? And you’re worried about the quirks of the cosmos.