Freya was the God of Love, the God of War, and the God of Magic. She also presided over abundance, fertility, and love.
On the Ferris wheel, Xu Yanwu said to Theresa, "That friend I knew... she was somewhat like both the Theresa of the past and the Theresa of today."
"You were both created by others... both lost, both in pain... and both went through so much."
Xu Yanwu looked through the Ferris wheel's glass window at the cruise ship outside. "But later, she founded an academy—St. Freya Academy."
"I don't know much about that part of her life. I only learned a little... so perhaps it isn't really appropriate for me to say this."
"As for me... I didn't have much contact with her at first. No, when I was at St. Freya Academy, I was like that with everyone there at first."
"I only learned part of their pasts, so I won't grandly claim that I understand them, or that I can comprehend how they feel... Saying something like that would just feel too stupid to me."
Xu Yanwu shook his head. "The past is the past. It can't be changed, and it can't be repeated. Things that were never done from the start will never happen, while things that have already happened from the start cannot be changed no matter what. Everyone's experiences are different, so... people are destined to never completely understand another person."
Xu Yanwu's words left Theresa clutching the skirt she was currently wearing, at a loss.
She did not know what Xu Yanwu meant by what he was saying.
"But there is one thing. Even if you cannot completely understand someone, even if you cannot grasp that person's thoughts or past, one thing does not care about any of that—the desire to