Comfort

I looked at Vivian, who had gone rigid.

So all that princess-and-knight talk had just been childish make-believe? I was shocked too.

But thinking back, there had been more than a few strange things.

Vivian simply didn't fit the word princess in many ways. No wonder the whole situation had seemed odd.

But born from byproducts, from scraps?

That word itself struck me as violent.

If it felt this bad just hearing it, what must it have been like for the person herself?

Besides, Vivian was a child. I couldn't even imagine how deep the wound must have been.

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I found myself not knowing what words I should use to comfort her. Honestly, I'd never experienced anything like this before...