Joy between lives varies.
Some find joy in doing a good deed.
Others find joy in witnessing another's happiness.
Some are delighted over trivial matters.
And some find joy in venting their desires, being unrestrained in doing what they want.
These differences are emotional and ideological.
But Magie didn't fit into any of those categories.
She believed that what brought her joy, as a being like herself, depended entirely on her instincts.
At least, that was how she felt.
She was forgiving and didn't hate someone just because they were her enemy; nor would she despise anyone just because they stood against her. Even if she were to be killed one day, she wouldn't harbor hatred toward her assailant.
To her, if life on this world drew strict lines based on stance, races, physical differences, or conceptual disagreements, it was nothing but a waste.
Yes, a waste.
