Lola didn't want to admit it but it seemed with each passing week their mother's influence seemed to be pushing through. Most of it came off of things he already held dear; a want for power and greatness the most prominent but it seemed he'd now picked up the speeches. To Al's credit he sounded more concerned and caring rather than disappointed in her but that didn't stop the exasperated sigh that escaped the teen. This was becoming reminiscent of the days Esme Leighton cared about her daughter, urging her onto power she wasn't sure she wanted. 

At his mention of calm and relaxed Lola couldn't help but chuckle. She'd argue that with the stressors in her life she was far from relaxed but she'd be lying if she said she'd also inherited the classic Leighton uptightness at its full-force, courtesy of the Hayashi's softer temperament. She looks her brother up at down. She was sick of lectures about her potential. That's all she got. From her mum, from the Guild leaders and now from her brother. It was never [i]If this is what you want[/i] but always [i]You will[/i]

[color=FFDDFD]”And what if I don't want to be to master it? What if I just want to be a normal teenager who goes into the world and gets a normal job where people look at me more than my birth given quote unquote "potentional","[/color] she mutters, her eyes pointing to the ground.