"That line was obviously processed by another version of you. Are you really going to argue with yourself here?"
Lightchaser did not want to. It was far too embarrassing.
She grabbed the little figure that was still sitting on her head gnawing on a carrot, stuffed it into her pocket, and patted it twice. The tiny figure squeaked in protest. The elf gave a brief answer. "Romanticism. Courage."
Romanticism. Courage.
Two words that felt strangely unfamiliar.
Rita sat cross legged on her room balcony. Nivalis was already fast asleep inside, breathing evenly, but Rita could not fall asleep. Those two personality tags kept looping in her mind.
She was not narcissistic. If it had only been those two words, she would not have connected them to herself. But Lightchaser's little elf had also brought back a sentence from Ash Cinders.
"She might want to see whether the you who grew up can go farther, or whether the you from childhood can."
