Then she didn't explain what she was really thinking. Instead, she raised her hand and summoned a thin stream of water.
That stream of water descended from the sky, fell into her palm, then smoothly flew out the window.
She watched the water as she spoke,
"In this world, truly pure and kind people are rare, utterly dark and evil people are rare too. What we have the most of are the common masses whose hearts are like water."
"Since they're water-like, you should know their thoughts are always flowing."
"They can become rain or dew, ice or snow, mist or sleet, frost or hail, and… they can also become wine."
When she mentioned wine, the stream of water in Elina's hand actually turned into clear wine.
Elina gently scooped up a handful and fed it to her mouth. A faint look of intoxication appeared on her face, then she continued,
"So… what kind of person he used to be doesn't matter."
"What matters is… what kind of person you want him to become."
