"...I guess that's fine." Honestly after all that, Puella wasn't sure if she wanted to write anything now. Her mind was scattered with other thoughts now, few of them being that pleasant. But the sky still was nice to watch, and the closed notebook was somewhat comforting to press against while she squatted on the step.
She still made a mess of things, even if Hector did not want to say it. It's not the first time her over ambition managed to...well, have undesired results. Nor will it be the last. But she had never heard of Candles in a negative light before.
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She still made a mess of things, even if Hector did not want to say it. It's not the first time her over ambition managed to...well, have undesired results. Nor will it be the last. But she had never heard of Candles in a negative light before.
"...Is being a Candle something bad?"