Although Lysandra's rational mind told her that Dusk's words were nothing but fantasy, a part of her still wanted to believe.
When a person harbors a strong desire for something, even the slightest hint of hope inspires them to believe wholeheartedly.
"Do you have any way to prove it?" she asked.
Even though she wanted to trust him, it was not something she could do so easily. Her reasoning wouldn't allow such recklessness.
'Proof? Mere words won't be convincing enough. I'm not sure she's as resolute as Viper. Then again, I guess I'm lucky—thanks to the system delaying my reward and nearly getting me killed, I ran into her. And because of it, I might just have a chance to show her that this new era truly brings forth the miraculous.'
Dusk pondered silently, realizing that perhaps his luck wasn't so bad after all—just worse than his previous life.
Seeing him lost in thought for quite some time, she finally spoke up.
"Hey, are you okay?"
