"I understand, teacher."
Aimou no longer lingered, turning around and heading deeper into the Alchemy Workshop. She had intended to rest on the repair platform, but it was already covered by overgrown flesh.
Eventually, Aimou pushed open the door to the outpost's small cabin. Bologue and Palmer had taken good care of the room; in its sealed state, it hadn't been permeated by flesh, and everything remained as it was when they left.
Aimou closed the door tightly, sat down slowly on Bologue's single bed, hugged her knees, and curled into a ball.
She finally returned here, got the answer to the question from Teda's mouth, intending to put an end to it. But instead of the expected relief, there was a difficult-to-describe bitterness.
"See, didn't I say it would be like this? He never cared about you. Even if you dressed up as a Delusional and cooperated with him on so many things, even sacrificing yourself to revive Alice, he wouldn't glance at you.
