Something inside her tightens, determined to deny what she's hearing. What Mami's saying isn't wrong, but she's being so patient, so kind; if she truly understood, there's no way she'd still be here, wasting her time on a failure. It's true that she isn't after power or glory, but good intentions alone aren't enough, especially when she's even forgotten those a few times.

There's a chair nearby, and she sits down heavily, not trusting her own two legs to keep her standing. Despite her height, she feels small around Mami, like she's in the presence of someone superhuman — it's hard to see her as anything less, no matter how much she tries.

"Yeah." She can do that much, at least. But she swallows the lump in her throat and forces herself to stay confrontational, instead of giving into the selfish hope starting to flare up in the back of her mind. "And after that, you should probably leave."