Sky Striker Ace, But Symphogear

Those plausible-sounding words had almost persuaded Chris, but the next moment, she came to her senses and hit the nail on the head by focusing on the current reality.

Because no matter how much Raye justified her actions and words, the complete lack of composure before her, as though she were constantly wound tight over something, was not false.

As long as one looked at the strained girl before them and saw the lifelessness hanging low in those emerald eyes, no one would be fooled by that sort of reasoning.

"...So what you mean is that you want to help me. If that's the case, forget it. I don't need help. Neither you nor your parents have the ability to help me. This is my own problem, and I can handle everything myself."

After hearing Chris's words, Raye thought briefly, then silently watched her with vacant eyes.

[Yes, that's right. Other people's help is the least reliable thing. Rather than count on others when I'm powerless, it's better not to have any expectations from the start.]

With that thought, Raye closed her eyes and still chose to refuse.

"No, wait a second. You're the one getting off topic. I said from the very beginning that I just wanted to be friends with you, Raye. Why did this suddenly turn into that?!"

After hearing Raye's words, Chris shook her head like a rattle drum, pouted, and repeated what she had said at the start, both annoyed and confused.

She did not understand how a conversation about whether they should become friends had, in just a few sentences, somehow turned into the strange question of whether they should help Raye.

The overly complicated and ever-changing strange logic made her head spin, but in the end, she still grasped the most fundamental contradiction.