Chapter 112: Only Human Pt III: (Gritted Teeth)

"I'm asking you, why?"

"Why can't I stop thinking about it?" Noah struggled to say these words, but he still spat them out in the end.

He asked himself that very question too, just as much as he was asking Emilin.

It wasn't rushed, his voice didn't seem particularly agitated, as if he wasn't really in need of an answer, but his tone betrayed him.

He sounded down in the dumps, desperate for something, for Emilin to give him a reason, despite having an inkling of what it was.

Noah found it absurd.

He was never one to believe in the love at first sight bullshit, it was the most superficial thing he could conjure up, and yet somehow, that bs was being fed to little kids who didn't know any better.

Letting children believe that there was a happily ever after just because you are a pretty pink princess.

He had always believed that only the shallowest of people would fall for this crap.