[Isla Angelus POV]
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"Isla, what do you think is the most precious thing in this world?"
I remembered that one time, Cristo and I shared a conversation under the red moon in Inferno along with the black sky filled with stars.
He asked me something about my most precious things.
And I chuckled hearing him asking that kind of question.
"What's wrong, Cristo? Why the sudden question?"
I looked at him questioningly with a light smile on my face, but Cristo shook his head.
"Nothing actually. I'm just thinking about my most precious thing."
"You don't know?"
Once again, he shook his head, not knowing what was precious to him.
And I gave him a warm smile.
"For me, I think the most precious thing in the world is myself."
"...huh?"
He looks at me with raised eyebrows because of my selfish answer, but I grin at him.
