"Some people feel that these fox ears on my head make me unworthy of standing here, right?"
Feya said softly, "Life is brilliant and beautiful, the world is grand and magnificent, and we who are like frogs at the bottom of a well have never known the vastness of the world, the breadth of the ocean, but we also know the blueness of the sky."
"These are the stories left by the heroes in those epics, and among them are no lack of Variants, right there within that fortress, which are traces that cannot be erased."
"Do you really think you're worthless? So what if you're a Variant? Can't Variants live in this world? Even if we assume that the blood of mutant patients is dirty, what of it? Do you really think your entire being is dirty? Are those not infected by the Mutant Factor pure and flawless?"
Feya's gaze swept over the high-ranking members of the tribunal hidden among the crowd.
The trepid judges fearfully lowered their heads, not daring to meet her gaze.
