Pandora staggered backward as if she had been punched in the stomach. She put her hand to her forehead, trembling.
"She created this not for survival. Not for self-defense. Not for magical instinct..." she murmured, her eyes wide. "She created it... for love."
The silence that followed was as thick as the clear sky above them. Even the wind seemed to hesitate for a moment.
Vergil pulled Alice a little closer to his chest. She looked at him innocently, as if waiting for approval, her large eyes full of life. He smiled slightly, half bitter, half proud.
"So, you built all this... just so you could see me more?" he asked softly.
"Uh-huh!" Alice nodded, with the greatest pride in the world. "Here, no one bothers us. No one fights. And there's honey ice cream!"
"There's what?" Pandora almost shouted.
Alice raised her finger and, out of nowhere, made an ice cream cone appear floating in front of her — golden, shiny, with tiny sparkles dancing on the surface.
