She gets as far as starting to type out a response refuting his claim at not being good at magecraft, but then manages to realize that it'd just leave her open to turning it right around on her. So she promptly backtracks on that, then spends another good moment or two frowning at the phone's screen like another idea will just appear there. It doesn't, of course, as everything she can think of, all the various arguments against her investing the time and energy in such a pursuit back in Chaldea, have pretty much all been refuted in one way or another over the course of all this conversation.
Which means the only question is, for the first time in literal years, is what she wants to do. For herself.
It's a strangely intimidating feeling, but the question isn't going to just go away without an answer.
As long as it's not getting in the way of anything else, then maybe I guess?
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Which means the only question is, for the first time in literal years, is what she wants to do. For herself.
It's a strangely intimidating feeling, but the question isn't going to just go away without an answer.
As long as it's not getting in the way of anything else, then maybe I guess?
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