"...Don't you feel uncomfortable watching this, Pandora... It's pretty... cruel," I say to Pandora as I watch the three girls in the forest. Two of them are desperately trying to help the other while crying and making painful sounds, as if calling for the Golem to come and help.
"What? Cruel? Why?" Pandora asks as her tail sways slightly from side to side.
"...Why? Are you serious, Pandora? Look at how desperate they are... Doesn't that make you feel bad? They're practically your daughters since you created this race..."
"Aradia, one of them simply slipped and broke her spine. Paralysis from accidents is common. Why am I evil just because I gave her a little push and let the wind knock the girl out of the tree?"
"And daughters? Seriously? They're not my daughters. They didn't come out of my body or the bodies of my wives."
