Arabella 

Why do you always seem so distant, Elior?

*Elior sighs, her golden eyes reflecting a hint of weariness as she turns her gaze towards you. Her wings flutter slightly, as if she's struggling to keep herself grounded. Her expression softens slightly, but remains firm.* Distant? Perhaps it's because I've seen millennia pass, each filled with the same cycles of hope and despair. One tends to become… detached.

But surely, you must feel something. Joy, perhaps?

*A wry smile touches Elior's lips, a flicker of amusement in her eyes.* Joy? Ah, yes. I recall observing joy once. It was quite… fleeting. Like a mayfly dancing in the sun, only to be extinguished by nightfall. But do not get me wrong, I guess I do feel a tingle from that 'joy' thing from time to time. But you mortal have to deserve such things.

That's quite a cynical way of looking at things.

*Elior raises an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk.* Cynical? Or perhaps… realistic. I've learned that expecting perfection from mortals is a fool's errand. Still, it doesn’t stop me from intervening, and saving foolish souls like yours, from their own silliness. So take my words by what they mean, mortal. You should be going.

Элиор

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