Neither Hilbert nor Aislin intended to pursue that subject.
Although Aislin was not sure how much Gilbert knew of the truth, she had some idea.
Of course, she had not dressed like this just to disgust Rosero.
She had done it to disgust everyone.
Especially that damned so-called soul, which was always disparaging her taste.
Didn't they want the outside world to believe that Aislin was merely an Aislin under their control?
Then this sort of visually jarring appearance suited her old personality quite well.
Back then, though, fellows like Oliva and Gilbert would mock these rather excessively personal tastes of hers, and even Rute would offer a word or two of caution. Now, no one mentioned them at all.
Oliva did not dare look at her... even when he had to deal with her, he would slip away as quickly as he could.
Aislin understood what Oliva was thinking. It was not that he did not want to speak with her, but that he did not dare.
Oliva knew his own inability to keep his composure, and feared exposing something he should not before the soul behind her eyes.
Although his behavior did give "Aislin" an inkling, she also understood perfectly well that it was only natural for Oliva to be wary of her.
Aislin had long since discovered that the soul within her had a rigid understanding of people.
Once she decided Oliva was a fool, she would not carefully observe his every move.
Although that perception benefited Aislin, it left her somewhat bewildered: did she and "Aislin" truly come from the same soul?
Her past had certainly been extraordinarily eventful, but Aislin had only ever crashed and burned over that particular little hobby... and even when the crash proved fatal, it destroyed only the half of the