You're clever to avoid it. I have enough troubles understanding my own.

[What lead to her own creation? Why did people like her exist? To give people someone to fight? Or to know what truly was goodness in the world?

Or to bring down people like Aisha with her, into the depth of hell and beyond? She does not know. Maybe she'll be lost as Aisha continues to climb.]

And I'll watch every single moment, heal your skinned knuckles, and praise you for your skill.

You will have my undivided attention.

[This...may be flirting.]