"Dorian, this is not a fantasy book. It's an actual grimoire. I know what it's crazy for you… that's what I would have said a couple of months ago too" she tried to explain.
"This is the reason why I've been acting so differently. I'm telling you the truth now and you're the only one who will know about it. I assure you, the world of Atlantis and the existence of mermaids are not mere fantasies and legends. And this is not just a fantasy book. This grimoire holds the wisdom passed down through generations."
Dorian glanced back at the page, then looked up at Delphine with a mixture of curiosity and doubt.
"I don't get it, are you making fun of me or not? Is this some kind of social experiment? Is there a camera in the room?" he asks frowning and looking at her again.
"I knew this would happen. At this point I shouldn't have done it…" Delphine commented in an exhausted tone of voice, but it was as if she thought more aloud than telling Dorian.
