The Great Fox sneered, "If deep down you think it's possible, then that's why you have come here."
"Is it...?"
Feya, clasping the fox's fur on its back, unconsciously gripped a bit tighter.
The feeling of confusion she had not felt for a long time surfaced in her mind again.
The fox disdainfully said, "Can't figure it out?"
Feya shook her head and said, "I have figured it out long ago."
Otherwise, she wouldn't have walked out of that moment of despair.
"Yes, since you have already figured it out."
The Great Fox's voice leisurely rose, "Then why don't you seize the happiness that belongs to you? If you believed that destiny deserved to be yours, you wouldn't have fallen here, keeping company with us, the remnants of days past."
"I..."
"Is it fear, or reluctance?"
"Probably... fear?"
Feya gazed at the gloomy rain clouds and whispered softly, "From having nothing, to now what could be called a dreamlike life, I have received too much, far too much."