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"In her second life, I want Sophia to choose the path she desires and live well and happily," Ragnar said to Adeline, who immediately burst into tears.

"Then... what about you, Your Highness?" Adeline asked.

Ragnar only smiled. “This is enough for me.”

Among the many forms of love, Adeline had to witness the most genuine and sacrificial kind.

That was, letting go.

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What if, in truth, I was the cause of her suffering? What if my actions were the source of her pain? Perhaps it was time for me to let her go. There was nothing to be done. I must bear this burden alone.
— Ragnar Clementine

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And what if I choose these burdens? What if I choose you, every time, no matter how many lives I have?
— Sophia
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Silently, she moved to the edge of Ragnar's bed, her actions robotic and devoid of feeling.

Without uttering a word, she sat, her body slumping slightly under an unseen weight.

There she stayed, unmoving and quiet, lost in the depths of her own sorrow.

Ragnar stared at Sophia for a long moment, searching her vacant eyes for any sign of recognition or response. Meanwhile, his mind raced, struggling to determine what he should do to help her.

Finally, Ragnar decided on a simple act of kindness. He poured a glass of water and handed it to Sophia, hoping to break through her numbness.

Sophia didn't immediately take the glass, her gaze still distant. Ragnar gently called to her, "Hey."

Startled by his voice, Sophia slowly turned her head to look at him.

She sit there, naked, unresisting, as he worked.