"Kelly, every living being thinks I'm trash. Why are you… different?"
Simon had once asked her this out of curiosity.
Kelly smiled and asked in return, "Simon, just because everyone believes something is right, does that mean it must be right?"
"In my eyes, life is beautiful precisely because it comes in countless shapes and forms. Should every living being look the same, possess the same abilities, and hold the same opinions? Is that what people call good? I don't think so."
Back then, Simon had only half understood her words.
All he knew was that he was happy. Very, very happy.
At long last, there was finally someone in this world who did not treat him as trash, but as a soul of flesh and blood, a soul with dignity.
Some time later, Kelly relied on her astonishing talent and willpower to break into the middle layer of the Bloodtide Sea.
Simon used his authority as a guard to find her.
