He asked lightly, with a touch of powerlessness, yet with a longing that was almost fantasy-like, and a hint of surprise and uncertainty.
They just met today, for the first time.
His array, perhaps was just a tiny bit off, and it almost cost them their lives.
But she trusted him so simply and purely, without any doubts, and even after understanding the truth, she could tell him, "Come with us!"
He wondered if it was because he hadn't interacted with anyone for too long that he had forgotten the essence of human nature and so absurdly wanted to trust her. Yet… just as she had recklessly trusted him, he actually did believe her.
His heart was beating, beating with no regularity, and everything was telling him that he was longing.
Even though, he repeatedly questioned himself, a useless person, could he really leave here, could he really, as she said, do many things? Could his identity really allow him to walk into the world? See the hustle and bustle of life?
