[ to compare himself to a book—he really is very self-important, isn't he, pretty much proving her words, even highlighting it and putting a bold, black underline beneath it. unsurprising and quite predictable, and very much disappointing as usual. very typical too. ]

If the author fails to capture the reader's interest in under a hundred pages, then the fault isn't with the reader but the author for being a poor writer. They can't blame the reader for setting aside their book because they got tired or were presented something they didn't like. Because there's so many books and so little time that a reader shouldn't have to sit through and read one hundred pages of boring world building and bank on a fifty-fifty chance of an exciting plot or continuous tedium. If I wanted to gamble, I would.

[ she, for one, doesn't. with so little time for herself, she does want to spend it wisely on something enjoyable, something fun.

lumine finishes her shrimp balls before she hails a waitstaff for a pot of tea. ]

I'll come with you, but whether or not something happens, I don't want to get involved with this or with you any longer. I don't need to know who this Childe is or who this other Lumine is.