How could this be?
Bai Youyou couldn't understand.
She was dead,
and yet she was killed by herself.
The "her" in the memory—was that really her?
In her own memories, her mother had always been gentle, attentive, and patient with her, never once as cold and estranged as in this recollection.
She felt estranged from this memory,
she felt estranged from all of this.
"Restart the memory in observational perspective?"
The icy prompt box surfaced once more.
Bai Youyou chose "Yes."
The memory of the nameless girl and Kolossos replayed, only this time, she was no longer the protagonist of the story, but a third-person observer, overlooking everything below from a god's-eye view.
