For the first time, the piece of cloth hesitated, as if it were contemplating whether to believe Grey's words. Its form contorted and stretched slightly, as though it were genuinely trying to make a decision. But Grey's gaze remained calm and unwavering, even as his grip on the cloth tightened just a little.
After what could only be described as an eternity-like moment, Grey heard a faint sigh resonate within his mind. At the same time, a childish voice spoke directly to him.
"Is what you're saying the truth? Will you truly give me my freedom when we leave this hidden world?" the small, childish voice asked in a calm and patient tone.
Although its tone and demeanor were composed and controlled, Grey could still sense a clear trace of naivety within its words, as though it were a newly born existence still trying to understand the world around it.
