"Wrong?" Faced with the second young lady's questioning, Rita said, "Sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean."
"..." After remaining silent for a while, Yukino Yukinoshita finally said, "Let me ask you this: do you genuinely not understand, or are you pretending not to? I think I was already being direct enough..."
"But I was being very direct too..." Rita said. "If you mean that Mashiro can't dress herself..."
"Hm?"
"Mashiro is special!" Rita emphasized again as Yukino looked confused.
"Special? Because of that so-called talent of hers?" Honestly, the second young lady simply could not understand why the other girl was so fixated on it.
"That's right. Is there a problem with that?" Rita shot back without hesitation. She did not think there was anything wrong with it, and even pressed on, "Have you known Mashiro for so long and still not understood what her talent means?"
"That's enough!" Yukino could not help saying as soon as the words fell. "I don't care what Mashiro's talent means. All I know is that, as a person, Mashiro—"
"You're the one who's had enough!" Before the second young lady could finish, Rita had already said heatedly, "You say all you know is... What do you even understand? People are different from one another..."
"No matter how different they are—"
"Stop!" Rita interrupted the moment Yukino began to speak. "No matter how different they are? Then let me answer you: it's precisely those differences that distinguish geniuses from ordinary people. It's precisely those differences that give people their respective roles. Take Mashiro, for instance—she was born to be a great painter..."
"And what if she is? Van Gogh, da Vinci, and the rest of them didn't—"
"Other people are other people. Mashiro is Mashiro!" Rita interrupted Yukino again. "You simply have