Aislin's confusion made the other soul laugh despite herself. "Did you really fall for some beauty's beautiful soul?
Ah... of course, it's not impossible.
After all, in the beginning, those souls that hadn't been stained by anything really were quite beautiful.
But when we had no choice but to turn them into another kind of creature, how many do you think could still remain who they used to be?
If someone really could hold on like that, I wouldn't lose interest in him!
Haven't you noticed it yourself?
Even if, later on, everyone who caught your eye was a genius at putting on an act, in the beginning... the people you fancied must have had some genuine shining qualities to attract you, right?
It's just that once a particular preference was discovered, the same sort of people would keep appearing, until we grew tired of them and chose another interest.
That was how we gradually stopped knowing what kind of person would attract us at all.
In the end, only those who put on the most perfect performance could catch our eye... sometimes, reality isn't as perfect as a lie. You should understand that very well!"
She suddenly sneered. "Speaking of the purest, most genuine soul in the Black Enigma Tower, shouldn't that be Gilbert?
How many others could you find who were as willing to sacrifice themselves as he was, yet understood where to draw the line?
But I imagine you'd rather fall in love with someone you could tell at a glance was imitating him than find Gilbert himself attractive, wouldn't you?"
"What are you doing outside the window?" Rute, who had been waiting for Aislin to come in, voiced his confusion. "How much longer do you want me to keep the window open for you, hmm?"
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