Sky Striker Ace, But Symphogear

The series of long, convoluted sentences made Chris, who was already poor at speaking because she had spent all day traveling far and wide with her parents, increasingly irritated.

Irritation led to annoyance, annoyance led to resistance, and then it turned into indifference. In theory, that was how it should have gone.

"If you hate me doing these things that much, then... then I'll do them anyway! Not only will I do them, I'll keep doing them! I'll keep doing them until, until... forget it! Anyway, I'll keep doing this forever!"

Yet, after a short while, that slight irritation, intense anger, and confusion turned into the attitude displayed by the little Chris before her.

"Mm... why? I don't understand. If you like me, shouldn't you respect my wishes? And if you don't like me, shouldn't we go our separate ways even more?"

Raye frowned slightly, seemingly confused. But soon, she appeared to regain her composure, suppressing the unease in her hands as she calmly questioned—and earnestly tried to persuade—little Chris.

"I don't care about any of that. I don't need to explain what I do to you. If I have to say something, then after seeing that you actually slept for so long, I realized I can't just leave someone like you alone."

"Anyway, until you stop being like this... mm, ngh, ugh, anyway, until you stop being so annoying and worrying, I absolutely won't give up!"

Chris had not fully understood the logic behind Raye's question.

So, she directly stated what she thought—an idea that had initially existed only vaguely within her heart, but had now fully matured.

At this moment, Chris had made up her mind. No matter what this person in front of her, who was full of reasons yet did not cherish herself, said or did,