I didn't think she'd still choose to become a man—even after learning the truth.Even after having everything laid bare before her eyes.
That her body, her soul... her very existence was truly that of a woman.
And yet... she still clung to the identity she'd once held.
But maybe—just maybe—I could understand it.
If I'd lived my whole life believing I was a man, grew up with that reality ingrained into every fiber of my being, only to be told one day that everything I knew about myself was a lie... what life would I choose then?
I guess... the one that matched the person I had always thought I was.
"Hmm..." Dorothea tilted her head slightly, her sharp eyes narrowing as she studied her. "Let me ask you this—why do you still want to change back into a man, even though you now know the truth? That you were never one to begin with. What's going on in that head of yours?"
Her words were blunt, her tone casual, but it carried weight.
