After Dia finished acting out the conversation, she couldn't help but sympathize with the foolish woman. "Poor thing… She is so devoted… Of all the men she could have met, why did she end up with someone who doesn't love her and only wants to use her?"

"What a tragedy," Sonya agreed, feeling a pang of sympathy herself. But more than that, she felt a simmering frustration at the woman's weakness. "If she can fight alongside a Witch like you, it means she isn't weak. So why does she insist on tying herself to someone else? Can she not live without relying on others? Does she have no hope unless she's clinging to someone? Why degrade herself like this, dragging herself down into the dirt?!"

"Swordswoman," Ashe called out, signaling Sonya to calm down. "Not everyone is as resilient as you. You are simply too strong."

"I'm not strong at all. I'm just a fragile girl at your mercy," Sonya teased, rubbing her black-stockinged foot against his calf. "Besides, how could a Two-Winged sorcerer ever be considered strong—"

"The strength I'm talking about isn't about power," Ashe replied. "This goes for you too, Witch. Both of you are 'strong' in the grand scheme of life. You are capable of savoring every dish that fate...