"The Cursed... Manifestation?" Richard muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He then looked forward again in silence, still resting his chin on his knees, his body unmoving as if frozen in thought. "I can't deny anything you said. Not a single word of it. But it still feels like some kind of fantasy revelation, something pulled out of a dream rather than reality... Did the Law of Will abandon everyone and choose me alone? Me, of all people? Me, who am nothing. Who isn't special. A trivial being, insignificant and small, just trying to carry what little remains of myself with a bit of dignity, then reach a quiet, peaceful death at the end of a meaningless road..."
"....."
