'… My lady…' — With dislike, Zeleskiaz frowned in silence, unable to ignore how the acknowledgement of the beloved to these hopes made her stiffen and uncomfortable the more the exchange continued. Seemingly useless… for the words were interpreted differently by the one receiving them.
"Heh… I knew you wouldn't stay mad, my dear… my loved sister~ We've always known we have only each other to lick our wounds… You would never forget it… You cannot."
"… You are wrong, Paul." — Despite his confidence, Marianne stated, unfazed by his interpretations. — "It is nothing like you believe."
"… what? How am I wrong? You know me, Marianne… I am never wrong."
