"On the outskirts of the world…" Jenny muttered, approaching Heather while scrunching her eyebrows in confusion. "It's truly a peculiar place to be during a trial in which reaching the center is the objective."
The silver wall was visible, and Heather caressed it endlessly. As she heard Jenny's words, she slowly turned around before unveiling her face. Her eyes were dull, while her eyelids were blackening.
"Yes, truly peculiar," replied Heather, letting out a giggle. "But it's also quite peculiar that a dead man's daughter could be so revolting. The daughter of a legend is not a legend. You are nothing but a regular person."
Jenny didn't respond.
"To be honest, your father was a fucking dumbass," said Heather, spitting on the ground while letting out an innocent giggle. "Getting stepped on by those stronger than him. That's all he ever knew."
Silence.
