In a way, Gorrendil's words reflected Sayaka's life. Though he had used jargon she was unfamiliar with, Sayaka felt that they were both looking at the same picture - a life of solitude serving an abstract oath, only to be crushed under the unreasonable demands.

But there was a big difference between the knight and herself - his suicidal tendencies were spurred by the death of his loved ones, while hers came from the delusion that she was unloved. She bit her lips. The distinct irony that further revealed her hypocrisy stung Sayaka. Though she had long moved past that part of her life, and had since cherished the love her friends had given her, it didn't make her feel any less shameful about her past foolish ways, nor any less embarrassed about lecturing a man who obviously valued his friendship more than she did.

"You are a better person than I am," Sayaka panted, brushing away the dust from her skirt as she stood herself up. "I'm sorry for your loss, Gorrendil. You love your friends and you appreciate them. It's a cliche platitude, but I know they would want you to live out your life, not join them in death." As she stared intently into the man's eyes, a reassuring smile gradually cracked through Sayaka's glower. "Trust me - I would know."

She gave light nods to acknowledge the newfound friendship, and as she began walking away, returning to her patrol, she turned back and gave one last look with that same earnest, warm smile on her face. "By the way, my name is Sayaka. It's very nice to meet you." With a short, polite bow adhering to the traditional ethics of her people, she walked away once more.