[ She still doesn’t get it, and Quetzalcoatl is frustrated, but she’s also writing it off at this point. It’s nothing she takes personally or is even personal to Hayame, but it’s the sort of condescension that all gods must possess rearing its head. Hayame is mortal, a being with a smaller existence than a god, so how could she understand the depths of what destroying a soul means? That protecting them is more than simply belief to the god of life and light—it’s a mandate that she can’t fight, nor would she ever want to.

So, she pushes that discontent away. She can’t blame Hayame for not understanding, frustrating as it is. But— ]

No, ¡nunca!

[ …Even if Hayame wins, it wouldn’t sway her to the woman’s idea of “proper”. ]

But we can fight out our frustration, yes! I at least admit that I made a mistake by someone getting a hold of him, yes! So I owe you the respect of a physical challenge!