Enel's eyes locked on Love, a peculiar light behind them—curious, guarded, but sharp.
She met his gaze with warmth. And then she sighed, her chest rising softly, her posture easing into something ancient.
"I understand," she said. "More than you know."
She turned slowly, her bare feet gliding across the crystalline floor with a grace that belonged to beings before time. Her voice carried—light but weighty—as though every word passed through eons before touching the air.
"Many don't know this… but when the first sun rose upon creation—when its light kissed the breathless void for the very first time—that's when we were born. My brother and I."
She glanced to the side where Pride, her twin, now sat quietly, his gaze cast downward in respectful silence.
"Love and Pride. The first living things. Born not from stars or flesh… but from the emotions of the One Above All Himself. His love, for the world He made. And His pride, for what it could become."
