[ Noé listens to her with utmost care, soaking every single word in. It's quite fascinating how different the other worlds can be, though he's more interested in Lucia's circumstances rather than the gods and goddesses from her home. ]

I'm a cursed child, too! In a way.

[ In what world these words would be considered as comforting? In this one. Without thinking, Noé rests his hands on Lucia's shoulders, his eyes wide open and focused on her. ]

Well, there are more cursed people than me... [ His gaze shifts to the side for a moment, subtly indicating that this is a difficult topic for him. ] But... gods of your world must be blind.

[ How would anyone dare to even think of Lucia as cursed? Noé doesn't understand that at all. ]