[There was once a time when she would have hated to admit as much. Where she came from, names carried baggage. Families. Responsibilities. Identities that one couldn't shake. How many times had she quietly mused her own jealousies of Nanashii? A boy whose moniker literally translated to No Name, because he was completely free of all that.]
I do.
[After so many years in Keelai, however, she readily admitted it.]
no subject
I do.
[After so many years in Keelai, however, she readily admitted it.]
It's Midii. Midii Une.