Midgard took one of Dora's hands in hers. She observed its contour and drew figures on the back with her fingers.
"I've spent enough time with you to know when you're not yourself, so I could easily tell when the Sin took over you. The Dora I knew, the one I wanted to follow wasn't a Sin. He was someone who couldn't hate someone, instead, he would ignore their existence. He would be neutral to anyone, and the only exception would be the people he would care about, and this list could be limitless."
Her eyes switched to him, devouring him tenderly.
"After I died, I felt many things, sadness, frustration, regret, mostly because we would be separated, but I've felt good things too, peace, happiness, a huge bowl of loyalty... I felt as if I always knew you as if I knew you more after dying than when I was alive. Maybe it was the memory of my past life? But if every Dora is a True Dora, then you can't be what the Sins are."
