Looks at the sword and its owner:
- You just don't understand because you're not warriors. I wouldn't have understood it myself before. Honor and similar concepts, invented in their heads, are really important to them. They don't think in terms of "every life is valuable"; they weren't raised that way. Their life is as valuable as the life of their opponent – whether they have defeated him or he has defeated them – but only if both have maintained honor and considered their duel fair. His self-importance faded a few weeks ago; the only thing keeping him afloat was the memory of Kanau. And now, that memory has finally been sealed.
Chernika looks at the duo for a while, then is surprised by herself and shakes her head.
- Uh... Hmm? Honestly, I don't know why I was trying to explain this to you just now. In the moment, you two seemed like ordinary, understanding interlocutors, and only now did I remember who you consider yourselves to be, living at the top of this tower made of negroid bone.
Shakes her head.
- I have nothing more to say to either of you. Do as you see fit... and may God judge the result, she adds, clutching a cross in her hands, even though she doesn't really believe it, but feels a personal need to support the theory of the "friend."
She leaves in the same direction.