"Hm?" The young Hydral didn't respond with modest words, but raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't need to compare yourself to me, Venna, I'm special."
"I'm also special to others," Ravenna said calmly, "Since I can be used for comparison with others, why can't I compare myself to you?"
"There are people who can see a broader and more distant scene than I can."
She let go of his hand, and said in a tone that was not resentful, but introspective, "Should I not pursue your shadow, and continue to consider myself a genius, making no progress?"
The blond boy leaned on his scepter, looking into those purple eyes, and said with a bit of amusement, "So you want me to keep proposing more possibilities, more designs, to put pressure on you and push you forward?"
"That's only part of it."
Ravenna turned her head back, no longer looking at Ansel, and returned to her workbench to resume her work, saying:
