She thought that she would be more desperate, however that was not the case. After returning to the past so many times and trying her best to change her destiny, misery never failed to appear. No matter how hard she tried to distance herself from those who would cause her harm, someone else would come and make her suffer. Every ending was a bad one. She laid down on the cold floor, her long silver hair like a puddle of light glimmering under the sun rays that peeked through the temple’s windows. She let out a deep sigh and heard a familiar, stern voice ringing in her head.

“Was it worth it?”

“Maybe… maybe not. Was there any chance for happiness?”

“No.”

“So I never really had any chance…” She felt a smile curve the edge of her lips, while pondering on the futility of her fruitless resistance. “I could have simply shortened my suffering.”

“Yes.”

“But then I would never know.”

“Correct.”

“Then it was worth it.” She closed her eyes and smiled, feeling no more need to chase after a Good Ending. After all, it never existed. And never would.