The black cat jumped anxiously in its seat. "Why don't you help her fight?!"
Lightchaser's curved lips flattened at the question. Her tone became calm but solemn. "Because GodDraw77 has to win it on her own."
"But didn't she let you help her intercept Maple Syrup and the others before?"
"That was different." Lightchaser's gaze softened as she looked at her apprentice sprinting down the corridor with a dagger in her mouth. Her voice grew quiet. "Back then, she wasn't helpless—she was just racing against time. But the path to the final victory is one she must walk herself.
"This is respect. For herself, and for me. She doesn't need that kind of help, and I don't need that kind of pity. Whether she wins GodDraw77 or not, this—right now—is already perfect."
"But it feels like this match really matters to her," Blood Elf said suddenly. "If you never draw the Red Dragon she needs… won't that affect your relationship?"
