Despair like this.
"Boom!"
Her mind had been shattered by the reality of despair. No matter how loud the tremors from outside were, the girl with nothing but emptiness in her vacant eyes did not even spare a glance toward the breach that had been torn open.
"Twilight—!"
The two saw a place like a cage, woven and bound together by countless vines. The girl kneeling within still radiated beauty from her lovely face, but her once beautiful silver-gray hair had returned to its original fiery-red curls, trailing along the ground.
"Should I call you Towa now?"
The girl in the cage shook her lowered head.
"No... I'm nothing now. I can't represent anything. I'm not the one you liked at all."
I let everyone be consumed by despair and committed such sins. I have nothing left.
"Twilight... never existed from the beginning."
You were the one who placed your hopes in me and wanted to save me.
"I'm sorry... King. I'm so sorry that I couldn't live up to your affection..."
Ash thought seriously for a moment and realized that it really did seem to be the case.
After all, she had been kidnapped by Dyspear as a child and raised as her daughter, with her memories altered. In terms of values and experiences, she had probably existed as Twilight longer than she had as her true self. It was only natural that suddenly recovering everything about her past would be impossible for her to accept.
A person's sense of self needed experiences and memories as its foundation. Was the Towa before him, whose memories had "destroyed" her, still the same being as the "Twilight" he liked...?
Was that even something worth agonizing over?
They were the same person. She had never fundamentally changed. Wasn't the answer obvious?
And