Night Talk on the Archangel 2

This question was directed at Mu, but also at herself.

She suddenly remembered that when Mu had faced the entire crew and listened to her confession, he had already shown his resolve to stay.

That calmness and determination had seemed so unimaginable to her at the time.

Why?

He had the ability and strength to easily take the people he protected away from this troubled place.

Had he never considered taking Xia Ya and fleeing?

Even knowing there would inevitably be conflicts ahead, countless dangers, why had he still chosen to stay? Why had he chosen to walk this path of near-certain death with her and these crew members?

Mu tilted his head slightly, one brow lifting faintly with confusion, incomprehension, and a trace of barely perceptible scrutiny.

"...What is it?"

Looking into his eyes, which seemed to see through everything, Murrue felt a sudden wave of panic. She turned her face away, unwilling to let him see the emotions surging in the depths of her eyes.

"Nothing..."

She muttered softly, as though speaking to herself.

"I just didn't expect that even now, you'd still ask me something like that..."

Murrue was puzzled by the rare surprise and confusion Mu had shown.

She turned her gaze back to his face, wanting to question him more clearly.

But when Mu saw her like this, the corners of his lips lifted gently, and a helpless yet doting smile appeared on his face.

That smile seemed to contain a thousand unspoken words, yet not one of them passed his lips.

What was going on?

Murrue's confusion grew stronger in her mind, like countless butterflies beating their wings inside her chest, leaving her strangely flustered.

Just as she tried to find the answers to those questions in Mu's gaze and expression, he suddenly reached