Ansel's Gift - Two (IV)

Lawrence, having clambered back onto Toradon, wiped away an imaginary tear with his paw. "This is the pure love between young people, so wonderful, so delightful... Even without experiencing it, just witnessing it brings joy, don't you agree, Toradon?"

Toradon, stroking his chin, agreed, "Yes... I'm quite happy too, but it seems there's someone here... who can't seem to share in the joy."

"Who! Who is so blind!" Lawrence stood up in anger, "They're ruining the atmosphere, take them out and feed them to the dogs!"

Toradon couldn't help but laugh, "Well, they're clearly not happy, yet they still manage to blend into the atmosphere, they must be forcing themselves..."

He sighed and shook his head, though his expression seemed somewhat schadenfreude, "The young lord seems... to hold quite a grudge against her."

No feeling.

Ravenna emphasized to herself that she shouldn't feel anything.