"What do you think about this, Mother?" I ask Vivienne as her tail gently thumps against her seat in a more private area outside the wedding hall.
I decided to talk to her about some of my fears; she is my mother in this world, so she's kind of the only authority figure who cares about me, even though we haven't known each other for long.
So she let me talk for over an hour, and most of it was me venting about discomfort, bad feelings, and insecurity about my future.
"Daughter, why are you so afraid of that girl? I know you're a bit weak, like... these chicken arms of yours couldn't handle a fight, but still, your fear seems somewhat irrational to me," she says with genuine doubt.
"It's... hard to explain..." I can't possibly tell my mother [My wife is a genocidal sociopath who knows this world is a game but doesn't understand it, so she wants to destroy it]; it would be crazy to say that.
