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— The title itself is intriguing. Perhaps someday we'll have the chance to meet and talk. It's hard to predict what surprises the future holds for us. And if that moment comes, I will definitely remember your words. For now, if you wish, you can tell me more about her. I would genuinely be interested to hear it. If you see her as a granddaughter, then you must be proud of her — not everyone gets to become a Knight.
- ... I got a bit distracted by these elegant awards. So, the title is not an ordinary one. A tragedy befell the poor soul — she lost her limbs and half her face, but the Boss brought her back from the brink and gave her a chance at a normal life. Now it's a pleasure to watch how energetic and cheerful she is. It should be a lesson to everyone: don't give up, not everything in life is lost as long as you still have it.
Fifth or third place, depending on how you look at it. For someone who came to such an event for the first time and didn't particularly prepare for competitions of this kind — it's a quite decent result. Though perhaps the novelty of the face and image played a role in that.
Returning her attention equally to the distracted Galahaladron, Catharsis listened to the story with interest. Grammar aside, the old rogue was surprisingly perceptive — there were indeed similarities between their situation and Immortality's. However, the latter knew the name and face of her savior, while for Alaria, the story of her own resurrection remained hidden in the fog of fading memories. Possibly quite deliberately. But it was clear that the medical miracles of Pharegia had nothing to do with it.
— Indeed, I think we would find common ground. When you lose everything at such a young age, risking a life of suffering, but a fortunate chance pulls you out of the depths of despair — it inevitably changes your outlook on things. It makes you truly appreciate what seems like ordinary blessings available to everyone and cling with all your might to the second chance you've been given, — she nods, — a true lesson indeed. As long as there remains even a shred of strength in your body and your mind is clear, you should not abandon hope and must fight to the end, no matter what the universe throws in your face. One could argue that this is the true human spirit — the ability to live in defiance of fate, despite all adversities.
Ple-Sen
