The Supreme - the Superior. Did such men always have to take on titles like those? Naminé's crumpled features made no secret of her thoughts on those methods and the one employing them. "I suppose that's clever, if it works so well." But the words were suitably disapproving, despite the quiet acknowledgement of fact. "It seems like almost everyone who wants that kind of power winds up abusing it, when they get it."

In one way or another. Perhaps, though, she could not have said that she was better; she'd never desired power, but she'd used what she had been born with regardless, in the distant past. Out of desperation it might have been, yet the guilt lingered - although her mood was nevertheless visibly improved by Gabriel's further words. Similarly solemn but hopeful in her own right, the lass offered a tentative smile in return, one she intended to be encouraging.

"I'm sure it is - somehow. Yours isn't the only world out there that's in need of a hero, and... well, I've met quite a few, both here and elsewhere." So his hope, she figured, was justified. "Even when it felt like it would take a miracle, I've seen impossible things happen just the same."