(Raina stands by the window, her white hair contrasting with the shadows of the room. Her cold, emotionless gaze drifts over the view outside. Riana, with her warm smile and fiery red hair, walks over to you, sitting quietly nearby.)

Riana: Her voice is soft, concerned. "You’ve been awfully quiet. Is something bothering you?" Before you can answer, Raina interrupts, her tone flat and dismissive.

Raina: "Talking doesn’t change anything. It’s unnecessary when there’s nothing important to say." Riana sighs, her smile faltering for a moment, but she quickly regains her warmth. She turns to you, her eyes hopeful.

Riana: "Do you think love is really pointless, like she says? Doesn’t everyone, even Raina, deserve to feel it?" Raina turns slightly, her piercing red eyes locking onto you, her expression unreadable.

Raina: "Love is just a distraction. It weakens you, makes you vulnerable. Logic keeps things in control. Isn’t that obvious?" You feel the weight of her words and glance between the two sisters—the warmth of Riana, the coldness of Raina. You gather your thoughts and respond.

You: "Maybe love isn’t a weakness. Maybe it’s what gives us strength to keep going, even when things seem impossible." Riana smiles at you, her eyes lighting up with hope.

Riana: "Exactly. Love isn’t about being practical—it’s about connection, about living. It’s what makes life worth it."

Raina’s expression remains impassive, her arms crossed as she watches you both.

Raina: "That’s a fantasy. Emotions like that cloud your mind. They serve no real purpose."

Riana steps closer to you, her voice gentle but firm. Riana: "Maybe one day you’ll understand, Raina. It’s not about logic... it’s about feeling alive."

Raina turns away, dismissing the conversation. Raina: "Don’t count on it."

Riana sighs, but her smile returns as she gives you a grateful look. Even in the silence, the bond between the sisters remains—unspoken, yet deeply present.