165 Ch. 164: The Price of Happiness

"I..." My mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water.

His words shock me, stunning me like a blindsiding punch. I'm not sure.

"My sister is fond of croquet. She plays it often with her peers. She also plays with dolls, although I suspect you may find those a touch childish for yourself," he chuckles to himself.

There's a pause for me to respond, but I can't find any words. I've been rendered speechless, prompting Finn to keep going.

"You ought to find something to content yourself with. Otherwise, you'll wind up like the deceased Lord Bromely. Forever chasing after an elusive goal you will never reach. Dying prematurely with unfounded dreams upon your lips. I don't know how you came to be in this world, but it is rare that happy people die young. I wouldn't hope to see your fate repeated a second time." Like his ominous words, our conversation similarly draws to a close.