There was something strangely compelling about her words—this whole idea of indulging in impulses, of not worrying about what others thought.

It made sense, in theory.

And yet…

She frowned slightly, arms crossing as if instinctively trying to put up a wall. “I mean—” she started, then stopped. “I’m just young because of my AI model, you know? And the soul attached to me. It’s not like…”

Not like she was really a teenager.

Not like she was supposed to have these thoughts.

She looked away, something in her synthetic chest twisting uncomfortably. The last time she had acted purely on impulse—truly impulsively—had been when she sort of made up her own persona by copying Wolf’s Persona- Cosette and leapt into battle to save him. It hadn’t been calculated. It hadn’t been analyzed, or planned out. It had been pure instinct, like something deep inside her had just moved before she could think.

And in that moment, she had felt… real.

Akane swallowed, looking down at her black gloved hands, flexing her fingers like she was trying to feel something.

“So… what could I do right now that’s impulsive?” she asked, almost hesitantly. It felt weird to even entertain the idea.