"But the two goddesses would not have changed their special love for you," Helena said.
As she couldn't stand it anymore, Marianne closed her eyes. Her vision became blurry. At first she felt like all the nerves in her body were burning as if cut by a sharp dagger, and then she relaxed as if she were covered with a warm blanket.
Although she could not understand anything, she felt a strange feeling that she understood everything. She felt her head was bleached white as if she was bewitched by something.
"Fate is not on the side of those who stop and accept it, nor on the side of those who reject it.
It is the weapon of those who only move forward," Helena quietly preached.
Marianne opened her eyes again. Her vision was blurred all over. Tears flowed down her cheeks. She didn't want to cry, but her tears kept coming as if her lacrimal gland had burst open.
Just like how one had to remove all the discharge from rotten wounds to heal, she cried out for a very long time.