As the saying goes… It's not the tool that hurts, it's the person who wields it.
"Even if I stopped her, I am pretty sure she might go for others to set the production… I cannot possibly waste this opportunity," Aether muttered with a thoughtful expression as he slowly leaned his head on Dora's shoulder, his temple resting against the warm curve of her neck, inhaling the faint spice of her skin mingled with ink and aged parchment.
Dora raised her eyebrows in mild surprise; she didn't expect him to lean on her.
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Her lips slightly curled up in a knowing arc as she stretched her hand toward him, "There is no need to think too much. If you feel producing the artifacts is a good idea for a better future, then… do it," as she glanced at his eyes, "You cannot save everyone, Aether. Some shadows claim their due, no matter how fiercely you wield the light."
