(Time-Stilled World, The Spectral Plateau, Leo's POV)
Leo felt the pain hidden behind the voices of the spectre as they presented the third riddle.
This was definitely by far the most complex riddle he had heard, not because it was particularly witty.
But because it was deeply human.
It wasn't a question of logic, or deduction, or perception. It was a question of understanding hearts. Of choosing which love was real— when all three brothers had believed with equal desperation that they were the one she adored.
Leo closed his eyes, allowing the silence to settle, not rushing to an answer as he tried to empathize with each story.
The first brother had claimed her love because she laughed with him the most and because she came to him when her mother was sick.
The second insisted she loved him because she always looked for him in a crowd, confided her deepest secrets to him and enjoyed his warmth and comfort.
