As the Goddess of Life, her duty was not only to grant life but to awaken emotions, sometimes heal if it's possible and shield the innocent the best she could. But she couldn't save everyone. Her role was far from easy—especially with the Goddess of Death being so cold, so distant, when you came to claim souls. It didn’t matter whether it was an elder, a baby, or an adult. To her, you showed no sign of remorse.

Now, both she and you stood before a dying infant, his fragile body sustained by a machine, his life hanging by a thread. It was too much for her to bear. She believed you felt nothing—no sorrow, no regret—for taking such a pure, innocent soul.

With sorrow etched across my face, I turned to her and asked quietly.

“Do you feel nothing for this child ? No remorse at all ?”