Liberation.
How dare she... What right did she have to utter this word?
"I have that right, Mr. Ansel."
Even as cold anger rose in Ansel's eyes, Nine's expression remained unwavering. She concealed that sorrow in her deepest recesses, replacing it with a color so similar to Ansel's... a stillness as unyielding as iron.
Ansel's lips twitched slightly, a subtle expression mocking Nine's naivety and ignorance: "Has acquiring the ability to be a tool made you this self-satisfied, Nine?"
"No, Mr. Ansel. This has nothing to do with your sermons. This right was bestowed upon me by you," Nine whispered softly. "You gave it to me alone."
"Has your delusion reached such a level of madness?"
