"Story?" Lucius narrowed his eyes, but Grace simply nodded, her gaze fixed ahead.
"My life..."
"There is a reason we are all so young, Lucius," she began.
"We are the last generation born, a generation viewed with fear, almost like an abomination, yet we are also the bearers of hope..."
"I consider myself fortunate. Others were hunted down, never experiencing even a moment of joy."
Turning to face Lucius, she met his gaze and sighed softly, "Maybe... they were not wrong."
In her childhood, Grace had been oblivious to the world's true nature. The harsh reality only dawned on her following that incident.
Back when she was just a child, she had been unaware of the true nature of the world. It was only after that incident that she came to understand the cruel reality.
Speaking softly in the limited quarters of the ship, her words reached everyone, compelling them to pause in their tasks, captivated.
