"Even if you, Captain, say that we should cherish the remaining half of happiness, I can't consider such a thing as my happiness anymore."
Unexpectedly, Mo He directly opposed Emerald Sparrow's view.
"Happiness is not like bread or cake that can still retain its original flavor even if split in half. Happiness is like the structure of Magic Technique, like Magic Tools, if you split it in half, then... what's left is just a pile of parts."
Slowly stabbing the fork into the cream on the cake, Mo He squinted her eyes, looking as if her gaze penetrated Emerald Sparrow and was fixated on something else:
"Such a thing is no longer happiness. It's only our memories that imbue it with meaning, making us feel like it's still 'a part of happiness.' In reality, what's left is just components."
"You're too easy-going, Captain. At times like this, we should think of ways to retrieve the lost happiness, or create a new one. Otherwise, we are just trapped in the past."
