The Saintess pressed her lips to seal all her secrets from within. "That... that would involve my past grudges, one that is unrecorded even in your memories of our original timeline. So I cannot tell you."
Mel furrowed her brows together. Despite only knowing bits from the Saintess's past from the character sheets, she felt an irresistible urge to nudge her Partner for the truth, her instinct telling her she would never have a chance like this in the future.
And so, the Witch pleaded to the Saintess. "Maria. Please. You know who I really am over these 10 years. You've heard bizarre stuff like me knowing this World's future from strange technologies this World has never witnessed before."
Stilling down, Mel's hands scooped up one of the Saintess's, muttering. "If you can handle something as ridiculous as your World's future being recorded in another, why not me too?"
