The feeling of communicating with Aimou was even more peculiar than Bologue had anticipated.
This feeling is hard to describe; Aimou is like a strange combination, sometimes appearing very mature, and at other times very childish and innocent. She is like an ignorant new life, with great enthusiasm and curiosity for everything. She is quirky and can suddenly say things that sound philosophical.
Yet Bologue did not feel much relief from this, for this brand-new life had only a book-based understanding of humanity, without touching upon the darker and deeper aspects, let alone realizing she herself was caught in the vortex.
"To let the traces of existence continue?" Bologue smiled, his voice carrying a touch of comfort, "I am an Undead. If I'm lucky, I will carry your traces until the world's end."
The Silver Snake swiftly retreated into Bologue's sleeve, then crawled out from his collar like a small animal hiding in a cave, slightly sticking its head out to peer at Aimou.
