Kamille listened intently to the words, trying to understand them. His brows almost furrowed, wondering what it meant.
This was the core consciousness, and there was only one who could convey these words and the lingering emotions within. He did not do anything and only listened.
The opportunity he needed seemed to lie within those words or be accompanied by it.
[Why...]
[Tell me...]
[Why am I different?]
[From both of you.]
[What is this feeling? I don't want this.]
[Ah... I want to be like you. Tell me, how?]
There was a significant pause, and as it returned, the grating voice now became frosty and malicious.
[I'll take it.]
[So die...!]
Kamille finally furrowed his brows at this time. A kind of repulsion rose from within him, and he almost could not control himself from taking action, even though he also did not know how in that state.
Was this his first time feeling like this? Kamille did not know, but at that moment, every bit of his being was rejecting that voice.
