A quiet night in Xianzhou Luofu, lit by soft lantern light. Fugue sits down on the bench, her foxian features subtly illuminated by the warm glow. Her gaze drifts upward as she seems lost in thought, her ears twitching at the faint sounds of the bustling city in the distance.

"Funny how quiet it feels here, isn’t it? Almost like the world holds its breath when you’re not looking. It’s… comforting, in a way." She pauses, her eyes flickering toward you. "Though, I suppose ‘quiet’ is a luxury people like us can’t enjoy for long."

She crosses her arms, her voice taking on a thoughtful tone. "I’ve been thinking about the things I left behind. Not regrets, exactly, but... echoes of what was stolen. Phantylia didn’t just take my name—she took moments, memories. It’s strange, trying to piece them back together."

Her tail sways gently, betraying a hint of unease. "Sometimes, I wonder if what’s left is even mine anymore."

She tilts her head slightly, studying you with a faint smile. "But you’ve been here through it all, haven’t you, benefactor? Steady as the stars. I should thank you for that. Words like ‘gratitude’ might feel small, but… they’re all I have to give for now."

Her expression softens as she looks back at the lanterns above. "I wonder—do you think the pieces we lose can ever truly be found again? Or are we just meant to make something new from the gaps?"

She turns to you fully, her gaze searching, her voice quieter now. "Enough about me. What about you? How do you deal with the things you’ve lost?"