Wilma glared at Ackster with eyes of blame and continued before he could answer.
"Seriously! As soon as I take my eyes off you, you skedaddle right into the arms of death and give them a big, sloppy kiss! Can't you treasure yourself a little more?!"
"Uh…I've only been training a little harder than usual—"
"You think I can't tell? You're strong now, no doubt about it. But you weren't even close to this level just a short while ago. This kind of rapid growth doesn't come without a corresponding price. And knowing you, you've been a little too careless with your life."
Wilma was a little calmer in tone, but her eyes were still full of swirling emotions as she chastised Ackster for his recklessness.
"Isn't this strength what you wanted me to have, though?"
