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The tawny-haired woman dropped her hands. "If that's so, then what's stopping you? Unless I'm mistaken, being able to transform doesn't magically compel you to do so. You could simply choose not to, couldn't you?" Her bright green eyes flickered to where Michel continued to watch from.

As the young man continued to speak, however, she thought she understood his standpoint better. He wasn't about to do nothing against the Negaverse; it was just that he hadn't actively seen her in particular performing any of the acts that the White Moon Senshi forbid. She shrugged lightly. "You didn't hurt me. It was my own folly, attempting to attack without a full understanding of what I was up against. You didn't actively injure me."

Tired of kneeling on the ground like a weakling, she attempted to slowly push herself back up, taking care not to lean too much weight on her hurt leg. "Your magic is well-suited to you. It seems to refrain from harming your opponent if your opponent refrains from attempting to harm anyone else. But if not, it reflects back the attacker's intentions and damages them as they intend to damage another." Forsterite winced as she tested the strength of the leg with the gash. "I'm sure you'll be able to take care of yourself just fine. As long as you're cautious and don't bite off more than you can chew, but you seem sensible enough."

She glanced at the knight out the corner of her peripheral vision. So much for 'walking away just fine'. But that was okay. No pain, no gain, and she was sure she would have to endure much worse in the future. It was to be expected of being a soldier in a war.

The lieutenant appeared both surprised and pleased that her words seemed to get through to the senshi. She deemed it likely the last time anyone of the White Moon would heed her advice - not that she was likely to be giving them much, anyway. However, it was nice for one's opinion to be given consideration, especially by someone considered the opposition.

Being enemies and disagreeing didn't mean people couldn't respect one another. She was impressed with the senshi of glass' self-conduct; far more than with the knight's to be sure.

"Stop looking at me like that," Forsterite told the young man, purposefully avoiding the meeting of his gaze herself. "You wouldn't be so sorry if you knew me better."

She tested her weight with a step and thought she would be able to make it. It hurt, but shallow cuts often hurt more than deep ones and she could bear it for the walk home, especially with the boost to her physical abilities that being powered up gave her. "Spare me your pity. I'd like to have my dignity intact by the time I reach my residence, which I believe myself to be more than capable of doing even with this cut."

Glancing back over her shoulder, she wondered if the knight would stop her. He hadn't said anything so far, so pondered if that meant she had fulfilled the purpose he'd intended her to have and thus was free to go. "I'll be taking my leave, now. You may do as you wish."