Liy was staring out the window.
Whenever she wasn't washing the dishes, or cleaning the kitchen, or something other third thing that she'd rather not recall and relive, she was looking through that little view of a world that's *infinitely* better than anything she's experienced in the last several years. Several years she's spent stuck in some unknown pocket dimension, time and location lost to the void, controlled by the machinations of an unthinking, unfeeling numeral that couldn't care less about whether or not they lived or died.
Much of her life was punctuated by those terrible, miserable events. Prior to winding up in these grasslands, before she ended up having to take orders from algebralians, her life was... It was certainly *something*. Her, Foldy, and Stapy were cut from the same cloth, coming from the same troubled upbringing, the same backstory that they'd rather not recall ever again, that they'd prefer to take to their graves. In a way, it was similar to how most of the contestants couldn't be bothered to, or outright didn't want to, recall their past lives before the Battle for Dream Island. It's just... around 2,763 times worse, give or take. Somehow.
Every single moment of her life constantly and repeatedly taught her that single infuriating lesson: life was painful, life was cruel, life was meaningless, life was futile. She popped into existence one day, given the curse of life through means and devices that are far beyond her comprehension, and was hence doomed to live a life of mediocrity and misery. A life of living near that folded-up piece of paper. *Disgusting*.
Being subjected to such cruel and unusual punishment could be more than enough to drive someone mad. Given the colorful cast of characters she's seen in BFDI, quite a few of them have already gone through that whole ordeal. But not her. Not her. It very well could've, and it almost got to her several times. There were days in which, after spending so long trying to outrun inevitability, upon once again realizing just how completely and utterly insignificant her actions were in a vast and uncaring universe, she wondered just why exactly she tried to put up some semblance of normalcy, of quaintness. *This* was the default state of the universe. This was all she had to look forward to. Why try to hide it? Why not give in to primordial desire, to cause chaos and manifest mayhem as much as possible?
But the universe is quite funny. Time passes, you get bored of the many minutiae of life, and you eventually go insane. Then yet more time passes, eternities fly by like they're nothing, and you eventually grow bored of insanity as well. One day, sometime after an earlier incident, when she was doing nothing in particular, she found that she no longer had those strange, homicidal tendencies. A large and heavy weight was suddenly released from her spirit, and she felt like she could fly.
It was then and there where she came to a realization: living was pretty good, actually. Life was great. The universe may be near-infinite in scale, and was of similar scope when it comes to indifference, but, like, who *cares*? She doesn't talk to the great big void of the cosmos whenever she asks for an opinion on something, in much the same way she doesn't approach Foldy for her opinion on anything ever. What she felt about things was ultimately up to her, her and the several others that existed around her. Their minds, whatever was inside their heads that registered existence, they were the ones that formed opinions about the world and all that stuff. And those things were finite, small in size. They couldn't *possibly* come to understand the vastness of sizes the path of nihility would lead them down. It was just far too much effort. So why bother?
On that day, she decided that she was going to devote her life to actually *enjoying* it. To willingly march into that great big adventure, as opposed to avoiding it in each and every possibility. Everything may ultimately amount to nothing in the end, but she wasn't gonna live that long, was she? She'd be long dead, buried, and rotten before all that stuff would start to matter. All that mattered was the now. The brief yet glorious now. She was gonna seize whatever opportunity life threw at her, approach whatever may come her way with a smile on her face. And she was gonna help others along the way as well, help them get up on their feet and follow her along that noble, fulfilling path. After having spent so long languishing in despair, she couldn't possibly live with letting everyone else do the same thing.
