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These pictures clearly showed what happened to her in the past, the last picture we saw seemed to shock Emily and Alma a bit, though I had guessed it already.
"Her mom died, didn't she?" Alma asked.
"Yeah, I mean, we already knew that…" Emily said.
"But it still a bit sad!" Alma sighed. "I-I wish I could tell something to Sofia to help her, but everything I think about… I know it won't work. She has closed her heart so much."
"Hmm, yeah," Emily sighed. "But even then, we have to try, no matter what. We have to save her."
As I heard them talking, I sighed, looking around, I noticed other portraits and photos, some of them showed little Sofia playing with a small Automata.
Sometimes they would play hide and seek, other times, they would play teatime, whenever she felt lonely, she would summon him and order him to be by her side.
To be her friend…
"She had her Dream Weapon from such a young age?" wondered Emily.
