In a brief trance, Roland felt that the Sprite girl before him looked just like Neem when they had first met—equally frail, equally deserving of pity.
No... no... they were different. Stop overthinking it, Roland. Ria was by no means Neem, and Neem was by no means Ria; each of them was an irreplaceable existence in this world. Roland mentally rebuked himself for his own impure thoughts just now.
The two of them were fundamentally different; how could they possibly resemble one another?
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