Logan touched his nose, looking a bit innocent.
"I just wanted to ask if you could break free..."
He wanted to repeat what he had said before, but White Elizabeth didn't have the patience.
She quickly interrupted him.
"Can't."
When she spoke these two words, her tone also carried a hint of regret.
"If I could, I wouldn't have had to subject myself to this Furnace Cauldron. For hundreds of years, I have been unable to find a way to exist independently in the world, or for another vessel to appear. Perhaps I have already become one with this Furnace Cauldron. Whether I want to separate or not isn't something I can decide alone."
White Elizabeth rarely spoke so much at once. Truth be told, she too felt somewhat weary of staying in the Furnace Cauldron all these years.
But what couldn't be done, couldn't be done; for her, there was no other way.
Seeing this, Logan thus held his tongue and didn't say anything further.
