" Hello. " She walks in, gripping a long blunt weapon wrapped in strange flowing strips of paper tightly.

KICKING open the Reader's door.

“In other words, you are the frog that keeps struggling as it is being boiled alive, trying to find a positive way to look at the situation.”

“Well, you seem quite innocent and oblivious to the horrors of the world, and part of me is jealous of it, and another one wants to break your optimistic pink-tinted glasses. But neither option is right. I suppose it exposes my own ugly nature, my apologies.”

“I must admit, it is hard to settle down on one feeling for you when your words make me feel such polar things.”

"That depends on the book you are looking for."

Though slightly vague, it was as straightforward as she could give, anticipating further questions that come in her way.

Nothing surprising (for her).

“You did? You weren't hurt enough then. But that is good. That means you have a future.”

"Indeed, I am."

An 'experiment' of sort. Non-consequential, at most, but certainly vital to her plans.

Whatever that is.

"However, as much as I would wish for a proper 'reception', I could only do the barest minimum as of now."

Whether it is a good thing or otherwise is up for debate.