Vivian dropped onto his bed like a stone falling into a pond.
His whole body felt heavy, not because of the long talk with Robwin, but because of the loud, dramatic voice that kept echoing in his head.
[Before I became a sword spirit, I was the most handsome… wait… was I a man or a woman?]
Vivian rubbed his face and answered without energy, 'You don't even know your own gender. That's just ignorant.'
[Hey! Hey! Watch your mouth! If you count my age, even your grandpa would call me grandpa!]
Vivian kicked off his boots and lay back, staring at the ceiling.
'Sure. Big age. Big pride. But how do you plan to prove what gender you were?'
There was a sudden silence in his head, the kind that made the room feel even more still.
[…Let me think. I must have been a man. Handsome usually means man, right?]
'No,: Vivian said, rolling to the side. 'Many women are called handsome too.'
[…Then I was a woman! A very very handsome woman!]
