"My memories, my personality, everything about me, they are made up of these fragments, and now you completely deny them. You've never truly accepted me, even if our personalities were to merge, the new one wouldn't be led by me. To you, this might mean strength, but for me, it means going directly to my death."
"I know you mean well, sister, and perhaps you hold greater expectations for our future, but..."
"I'm sorry, sister, I can't agree to your request." At last, Hexia's voice had become firm.
"It seems you've made up your mind," Temisia looked at her.
"What a disobedient sister."
"I'm sorry." Hexia pushed the door open and walked out.
Watching her about to leave, Temisia's gaze shifted several times, complex and indescribable.
"No matter what you think, I too have my own will, Hexia. Our sisterhood is destined to have only one of us possess the Talent of a Color Level Songstress."
"If you must refuse, then I can only use a sister's prerogative to teach you."
