Glancing at Elliot who by then was already comfortably sitting beside her, preparing his tea on a white porcelain cup, she felt her heart calm down. As she stared at him, she was convinced that he really was a nice guy. For the very first time, a warm, comfortable feeling covered her heart… towards a Magi. Along with it, she remembered Azalea's words.
"Each Magi is their own. Just as each human is different, they are different, too."
'That's right. I should really stop being prejudiced. I'm still doubtful of him even if he is being kind—saving us from the lupus, accompanying me here, and now, he even turned the surrounding quiet for me. Azalea is right. Not all Magi are bad. Those who killed the people I love—they are the bad ones. But this guy, Elliot, he didn't do any of that and here I am biased towards him. It's unfair for him when he's innocent. In fact, he's trapped here just like me.'
