[There are other things than games; he plays with her fingers, looking at them than her face, since she's so pretty. But, yes, her mun needs to decide. What's making it difficult?]
[at that, Grey nods. Perhaps, then, it's PSLs or SWS. It doesn't have to be stressful. He finally looks up at her. Aren't there ways to make it work? If they both want to, that is, Iphigenia and her mun.]
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Sorry.
It's hard to explain. Or maybe it's not. But still.
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My mun doesn't want to put me in a game. Or maybe she does. She's not sure.
It's annoying.
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She's busy. But she still wants to play me. Or something.
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You're reassuring.
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Yes, you're lovely.
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Oh! Thank you.
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I was a princess back home, but I'm no one special now.
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My father was a king and my mother was a queen. And we were very wealthy. I had servants; can you imagine?
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I miss it, truthfully. But maybe it's just as well.
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It was all sort of a lie in the end. My father and mother didn't love each other, and I ended up a sacrifice anyway, so.
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I'm beginning to regret that now.
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I chose my fate so it wouldn't choose me.
And so I wouldn't be afraid of death.