Coroa laughed at some thought. "Of course, I'm just the messenger. What you choose to do is up to you. It's not as if you take advice, right?"
Little White: "..."
Little White couldn't remember whether it took advice, but given the chance, it would have loved to claw that smug face to ribbons. Still, it understood what Coroa meant. In short, there were things it must not do.
Little White tilted its head. It didn't know whether it would do anything deliberately, but without its memories, how could it? Everything it wanted to do came from instinct. It was already caught in the cycle, and everything it did was part of Fate.
Perhaps the clash of laws wasn't the only reason it had lost its memories. Perhaps it had arranged this itself. It might have known that, with its memories intact, it would be unable to resist changing things.
Without its memories, it could only follow its instincts, taking one step after another along the path Fate had laid out. It was already part of Fate; whatever it did would change nothing. Whatever the reason it had no memories now, it had already made its choice.
As for why Coroa had appeared, perhaps Little White's former self had left him instructions. But his tone and expression gave it no way to tell how much of what he said was true.
Coroa had lived too long. He still looked as fresh-faced and sunny as he had back then, but his personality had twisted long ago. No one could remain innocent through the River of Time. Besides, Coroa had never been innocent to begin with. That sunny smile was only a facade.
Little White narrowed its eyes at Coroa. He met its gaze with an open expression, standing there without a