"But I still feel that this is wrong."
"Most of the time, we ultimately have lines that must never be crossed."
"And once that line is crossed... many things, many matters, can never be undone."
"..."
"This isn't something that should be cast aside at will."
"..."
Some of the other spirits nodded unconsciously, while others' brows relaxed. Mio Takamiya looked somewhat sad, but it was obvious that she still refused to change her ways.
Griseo didn't blame Mio Takamiya for anything, either.
Who could blame her when she was so beautiful?
Besides...
It would be better to put herself in Mio Takamiya's shoes and think it over again.
When she had first been born, she had been like a handful of clear water.
She had known nothing.
Those who stayed near vermilion became red, and those who stayed near ink became black.
Westcott and the others had already been filled with hatred for the world. They wanted revenge and wanted humanity to pay its blood debt in blood.
They absolutely could not be considered good people.
Nor did they possess any true sense of right and wrong.
Even though they hadn't spent much time together,
she had still been influenced by them to some extent.
Seeing them act that way...
As the Origin Spirit, she naturally came to feel that this was how things should be, that this was right.
Even though she had spent some time with Shiori Takamiya's previous life, Shiori Takamiya, and had even formed an unbreakable bond with her,
in the end,
no one had ever told her.
What were humans supposed to be like?
What should they do?
How should they handle things when they encountered problems?
Westcott and the others were selfish people, so Mio Takamiya learned from their example.
Even after meeting