"What do you think, I'm being silly dreaming something so big, right?" Yanarym said with a big grin on her face. "But I will make it happen, and dreams aren't sweet and rainbows. Behind the scenes are rough and fierce, it's going to be hell. I think I'm going to cry a lot, get hurt a lot, I will lose a lot, I'll make mistakes… Oh, It's going to be torture on the way there," Yanarym shivered as she imagined what she had to go through just to have that crown she wanted.
"You still want it? Despite it's going to cause you so much damage?" Fin asked. "By the way you described it, it sounded like it's not going to make you happy."
"Hm, happiness is not a single line, Fin. Just like how sadness can never be a linear thing," Yanarym said and sat on the bed. "So, whatever it is that you dream it doesn't matter, just make sure it is worth everything you will lose."
"What does that mean?" He tilted his head and looked at her curiously.
