[‘The Word that Builds the World’ grumbles, wondering if she really needs to hear the answer to know that.]
[‘The Eyes that Monitor the Chaos of All Things’ pities her, suggesting it’s because of her low self-esteem.]
[‘The Scales that Judge Souls’ declares this a perfect moment to make a move, offering bold dialogue options to strike hard.]
[1. You’re my first love, you know.]
[2. A handsome face like yours getting hurt would be a loss to the entire world.]
[3. Want to get married?]
[4. Because I’m your destiny.]
Ailette stared at the glowing prompts hovering before her, each option more ridiculous than the last. None of these are remotely sane, she thought, exasperation bubbling up. Still, if she had to choose, option four seemed the least absurd. With a slight tweak, it might even work.
“I’m on your side,” she said softly, letting the words settle into the quiet air.
“…”
Thesilid didn’t respond. Or rather, he couldn’t.…