"... Don't... ascend?"
Seraphina was taken aback. "But why, Ansel? Didn't you say that as long as I found that feeling, it would be enough?"
Ansel fell silent for a moment, then softly said, "Because your spiritual essence is rather unique, I underestimated the influence of fate on you. I thought that by changing your way of thinking, you could complete your ascension in a way different from the predetermined path, or perhaps... alter the characteristics of your spiritual essence."
"... No, in fact, I should have succeeded."
He murmured, "Even if I couldn't change the nature of your spiritual essence, the fact that you never found the feeling of ascension is proof."
Seraphina was bound by Ansel's rational chains, numbed by the undeniable victories. Even if she felt that this way of thinking did not suit her style, she could not identify the problem.
