“My wish did come true,” Smokeless Jade Fires retorts, placing one foot on Angela’s arm. She imagines the vibration of the machine all around them; she tunes in to the flustered squeaks coming out of the cockpit locker. “I wasn’t ever in it for anything that could be bought, sold, or offered— nothing except the glory. And won’t that look wonderful? Eliminated in the semifinals, but immediately recruited by the victor as an integral part of the most famous, most elusive battle ever to be fought here. When they remember her, and all of her audacity, they will remember me.”

[i]"Ai, is that all? You could do that with a periodical, you know,” Angela says, feeling the thrum of the Barn Owl all around, feeling the heat of the goddess coiling right in front of her. A challenge, a reminder.[/i]

“Of course it’s not all. I also made everyone watch, admire, covet, and adore the most beautiful girl in the universe,” Jade continues, radiating smug delight. A joy, pure and shining and divine. “And how she will be pursued! How she will be begged for answers! How she will be remembered in the same breath as Whispered Promise, as Mayze Szerpaws, as [i]me.[/i] This is my miracle, Angela Victoria Mi—“

[i]"You don’t have to say the whole thing every time, you know.”[/i]

“…but it’s your [i]title.[/i] Your wholeness of self. How you have presented yourself to the cosmos. You really want me to be so [i]intimate[/i] as to drop titles, Anj-eh-la~? Oh, how the zeal of the first Terenian convert finally emerges from the thickets at last—“

[i]"If you say one more word I won’t let you watch her thanking me for the gallant rescue, imp.”[/i]

[b]"IMP—“[/b]

[i]"MMMMFFFFHH?!”[/i]