"Long time no see, sister... Ever since I sneaked in to see you and got punished for it, I haven't been back."
Talan said this, her black cat ears trembling slightly. Covered in blood, she simply sat on a tombstone, calmly looking at the jasmine flowers blooming all around, and she spoke to herself.
"It wasn't until a long time ago that I finally understood, not all 'rules' in this world have meaning. There are just too many rules... We were too young back then, unable to tell right from wrong."
"Misguided notions, wrong rules, erroneous restrictions, an unfortunate birth... We were not wrong; the 'punishment' we received was not punishment, but persecution."
"It was they who owed us. We really should have escaped that day, fled to the Demon King Territory, escaped to the Elf Country; but I couldn't convince you, I couldn't persuade you to run away... I'm sorry."
