“Little Fox, this is what we call projection in psychology.”1

Vermilion Bird looked out of the window with a hand propping her head up, speaking in a cool voice. “After you awakened, you were forced to kill your beloved stepfather. With all the pain, guilt, and loneliness weighing you down, you have to anchor yourself somehow in order to survive. I happened to appear then, and you projected all your feelings on me. That’s it.”0

“I know it’s my projection,” Scarlet Fox said somewhat petulantly. “What’s so wrong with that?”0

Vermilion Bird didn’t say anything.0

“What’s so shameful about that?” Scarlet Fox huffed. “You don’t have to feel pressured, Elder Vermilion Bird. Although I consider you my family, you’re free to treat me as a simple subordinate or even a tool. It doesn’t matter. I don’t care about what you feel. My...2