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"Has loneliness made her mad? Perhaps all of this is because..." Elayne wondered.
"Because my father abandoned us?" Ignis wondered. "Because he didn't let us be ourselves, but treated us as 'prizes' for his successor to collect? Elayne, I've thought about it a lot myself. Our father was indeed cruel, and he handled his inheritance in a hurry... Perhaps... perhaps he truly only made us, his children, to pass on his teachings. Without... without thinking about us as individuals."
"Don't say that. I didn't mean..." Elayne muttered but then fell silent. She had wanted to offer an explanation for Spectria's behavior, not remind Ignis of his own painful past. Yet, the more she thought about it, the more she realized that she couldn't simply dismiss his words. "Oh, who am I kidding? I'm very sorry, Ignis... Spectria... we'll get to talk to her. We'll win this tournament and speak to her. We'll have the audience we want."
