When Camilo questioned him, Luigi did not answer at once. Instead, he turned his gaze toward Blanche.
Under his fixed gaze, Blanche looked somewhat embarrassed. Bit by bit, she slowly withdrew the head she had poked out, tucking it back into the crook of her legs.
Seeing that Blanche's head was about to disappear into the crook of her legs again, Luigi finally called out to her. "Do you want to stay here?"
Blanche froze.
Did she want to?
Of course she did.
But could wanting to really let her stay?
Blanche hesitated for several seconds before softly saying, "...I do."
Luigi sat back down on the sofa and looked at Blanche at his leisure. "Why? With your talent, you should be able to create a dream more suited to you than Wonderland, right?"
Blanche's Dream Design talent allowed her to live forever in whatever dream she wished for.
In Luigi's view, compared to the already-fixed Wonderland, the ever-changing Dream Mirror was obviously much more alluring.
Yet Blanche gently shook her head. "It's different. This place suits me better than my dream does."
"Why?"
Even Camilo looked over curiously, wanting to know what Blanche was thinking.
Although Blanche desperately wanted to turn into an ostrich and bury her head in the ground under everyone's gaze, she did not want Luigi to "misunderstand." Thus, she forced herself to explain, "My dream isn't necessarily suited to me, either."
As Blanche slowly unfolded her story, everyone finally understood her concerns.
According to Blanche, she would occasionally feel uneasy in her own dream. This was especially true when sensing and using Dream Power. Her thoughts would become rigid—a rigidity that caused even her self-awareness to solidify along with them.
"In the past, my perception of Dream Power was very weak. When I dreamed, the