Don't Tell Me She Has an Agenda
"Maybe it was something like that..."
"She said she saw something you didn't."
"Did you tell the child she was seeing things?"
"Mm."
The woman nodded.
"Yes."
She couldn't think of any other explanation besides the child's eyes playing tricks on her.
"Did the child believe you?"
The old woman asked.
The woman froze.
The child...
She tried hard to remember.
It had happened not long ago, so she still remembered it clearly.
A hesitant look had appeared on the child's face.
She hadn't paid it any mind.
She had told the child what she thought had happened.
And she had made the child accept that explanation.
Children could never refuse what their parents told them was true.
"Most people would tell them they were seeing things..."
"Or, if they suspected they might be hallucinating..."
"They'd pull them back in time."
"And keep them from sinking into their hallucinations."
"After all, in most people's minds..."
The old woman tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Seeing things is a sign of mental illness."
"It means there's..."
The old woman pointed at her own head. "Something wrong in here."
"In other words, what people commonly call mental illness."
"But Chen Jing did the exact opposite of what a normal person would do."
The old woman sneered.
She clenched her fist.
"Not only did she refuse to pull them back..."
"She pushed them even farther into the depths of their fantasies."
"She wanted their hallucinations to get worse and worse."
"That way, they'd be able to see special creatures."
"Only then would she have a chance to see special creatures, too."
"She wanted them to let her see those special creatures."
"Hmph."
The old woman couldn't help sneering