Hearing Inferior's words, the first thought that came to Russell's mind was:
If that's the case...
"Glass"... or should I say, "Song Sparrow's" true wish, what is it?
Is it simply the "Death of Purity" after all?
—No.
That's impossible.
Russell's brows furrowed as he profiled Glass.
Her true desire couldn't be that.
Because if that were the case, she would not need to wait for Russell; she would have disappeared without a trace—if she really wanted to die wholeheartedly, she wouldn't ask for others' opinions or wait for someone to save her.
Just like the "caged bird" said, she didn't want to die. She just didn't want to live.
But between "wanting to die" and "not wanting to live," there wasn't emptiness… it wasn't even a fine, barely visible crack.
It was a vague boundary that even Glass herself didn't know how wide it was or where the edges were.
