Dora and rcy strolled along the street in silence, with rcy taking the lead, reminiscent of a farr guiding his cow to the butcher, in Dora’s perspective. He followed closely behind, feeling a sense of unease.
rcy had beco a pseudo-avatar, yet there was still sothing lacking in his transformation. He also needed to instruct the girls on handling Wrath’s pressure, but her unexpected request had disrupted his plans.
"... After what happened to you today, I’m impressed that you chose this outco."
rcy decelerated slightly, her head drooping as her eyes surveyed the ground.
"This is different."
"Because you’re the aggressor?"
"Because it’s you."
She halted and turned around to et his gaze. In contrast to her previous display of assurance, her eyes now revealed a sense of lancholy.
"Don’t compare this to... What happened there. I just want to do whatever I want while I still can. I’m done beating around the bush, so from now on, I will do what I want."
"And what you want to do is play birds and bees with ?"
rcy suppressed a laugh. The night felt cooler than usual, and the crimson mist had a heady taste of excitent and adrenaline.
"It’s your fault for making like this, I feel very good right now, and I don’t want to think about everything bad that happened. Before, I was... very interested in you. Like a lot."
"I had your brother’s soul stone in , not curious how I got it?"
"Man..."
With her hands positioned behind her back, she narrowed the gap between them.
"Do you rember our first date after you ca back? To , that day is as important as the day Peet and I spent a day together for the first ti after he beca a knight. I hated everything... that concerns the world and people, I had a pretty bad environnt, but every ti I rember the ti spent with you, I forget my problem... I... You have beco indispensable to , and I don’t want to waste any more ti with you."
She ca to a halt right in front of him, her intense gaze locked onto his, but the closer she got, the more evident her trembling beca. Dora, however, still felt nothing. Although she spoke sincerely, he struggled to express his emotions.
"The hardest thing about it, all of you... is that you talk like that, you jump on , and the next day you try to erase . I don’t understand."
"...I would like to say that we were wrong, that we shouldn’t have but...Zuri told us that she had released the Sin and he used so kind of skill to make you...of a way that we would free him. How do you expect us to do nothing after learning this? How is it wrong? I wish we never knew this... I wish we could stay in this city and have more dates. I just want a normal life... but that will never happen."
She clasped her arms tightly and averted her gaze.
"I’ve lost too much, and as much as you doubt , I never wanted sothing like this to happen. I wish I could turn back ti... but I’ve learned to live for the future, and you are the one who taught that. Before, we couldn’t let you go free, but here you are completely free and you’re not killing ... for now... this is the closest to the real Dora that I have seen, so I want to enjoy every mont with you because I know that the next ti I lose you, it will be forever... Dora?"
At that precise mont, an extraordinary incident took place. Confronted with the young girl’s attempt to reveal her innermost emotions, Dora displayed a response that was completely unfamiliar to his cultural background.
"...Dora?...What are you doing...are you crying?"
The young boy recoiled in surprise as he felt a slight discomfort on his left cheek. He instinctively reached up to touch his cheek and was taken aback when he realized that a tear was rolling down his face.
In all his mories, he had never seen himself shed a tear before. Anesidora never cries, he had always believed it to be a natural rule. However, on that particular day, not just one, but three Doras experienced the sa unusual phenonon.
anwhile, in a distant land, deep within a crater of molten blue lava, Gamma and Oga stopped their destructive rampage, allowing nurous monsters to escape.
Both of them floated in the air, their hands on their cheeks, and a burning sensation in their chests that left them speechless.
In another dark and distant place, Candace also bore witness to this strange event. The main white-eyed Dora materialized in front of her, but his attention was drawn to the peculiar warmth emanating from his chest.
The dean was at a loss for words as the boy, with one hand on his chest and tears welling up in his eyes, appeared to be struggling to breathe. Simultaneously, they all perford the sa action, completely unaware of the cause behind their shared experience.
The warmth gradually transford into a mixture of joy, relief, and happiness, as the tears seed to cleanse their very souls. For a brief mont, the main Dora wondered if this had sothing to do with the pressure from Wrath, but the truth was much more distant and elusive.
In another world, another reality, and another Dora lay on the floor of a classroom. His mind briefly wandered, but then he rembered why he was on the ground, causing his eyes to twitch. Sitting at another desk, Midgard looked in his direction with a smile.
"Still as violent as usual."
Dora gradually sat upright, astonishnt evident on his face as he observed the reason behind his sudden fall.
"It was just a hello for a friend, Miss Midgard, a nice punch full of love." Elizabeth, with a gentle touch, began to massage her clenched fist.
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