[ She sees, but she doesn't think she likes seeing. ]
When I was little and she was still alive, my mother used to tell me something as well.
[ Lacus closes her eyes as she recites the mantra that has become her most clear, and thus most cherished, memory of a woman who's face and voice are fading from her memory. ]
"The world belongs to you and also you belong to the world, as long as you are born and exist in this world."
[ Regardless of how you are born, and how much others may loathe your existence, there is a space for you in this reality. No matter what, you are allowed to keep moving forward. But... ]
I agree with your credo wholeheartedly, but tell me... whose happiness do you pursue?
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[ She sees, but she doesn't think she likes seeing. ]
When I was little and she was still alive, my mother used to tell me something as well.
[ Lacus closes her eyes as she recites the mantra that has become her most clear, and thus most cherished, memory of a woman who's face and voice are fading from her memory. ]
"The world belongs to you and also you belong to the world, as long as you are born and exist in this world."
[ Regardless of how you are born, and how much others may loathe your existence, there is a space for you in this reality. No matter what, you are allowed to keep moving forward. But... ]
I agree with your credo wholeheartedly, but tell me... whose happiness do you pursue?