[ She tilts her head. It's not like she doesn't see the opportunities in this world, but at the same time... It does not interest her. She tries to picture herself doing what the King of Heroes describes, but it feels like watching someone else entirely different.

That isn't her. She clutches onto the small box in her hands, as if that's the only thing real in this new world. ]

You are a strange man.

[ If anything this is all so cruel. Is she not living now? There's small smile and it's accompanied a wry chuckle. A laugh of some kind. It's all sinking in. ]

I can barely imagine all that you've described--let alone love. Who can come to adore a heartless soldier?

[ She has at least progressed enough to know who she is, what she is, and accept she's a warrior. A soldier. Never a bride nor one worth anyone's adoration. Despite how she feels so vulnerable, she tries her best to come off as strong. ]

I do not want you think your words are falling on deaf ears, but I wish not to be seen as a form of entertainment.