Dora and Mercy strolled along the street in silence, with Mercy taking the lead, reminiscent of a farmer guiding his cow to the butcher, in Dora's perspective. He followed closely behind, feeling a sense of unease.
Mercy had become a pseudo-avatar, yet there was still something lacking in his transformation. He also needed to instruct the girls on handling Wrath's pressure, but her unexpected request had disrupted his plans.
"... After what happened to you today, I'm impressed that you chose this outcome."
Mercy decelerated slightly, her head drooping as her eyes surveyed the ground.
"This is different."
"Because you're the aggressor?"
"Because it's you."
She halted and turned around to meet his gaze. In contrast to her previous display of assurance, her eyes now revealed a sense of melancholy.
"Don't compare this to... What happened there. I just want to do whatever I want while I still can. I'm done beating around the bush, so from now on, I will do what I want."
