[Luckily for Charles, the gods of Asgard were nice enough to pretty much anyone who comes into contact with Diva by taking away her crazy strength and speed. She wants to move with her speed, and to rip something out of him with her strength, and even thinks for a moment, out of habit, that she can. But it only manifests with a half-step closer before she remembers that it isn't possible. So her hands drop to her sides, and the laughter stops.]

So I guess I'll tell you, in that case. I'm just something useful, or something interesting. I could have anything I wanted, as long as I was a doll when I was asked. So I was a doll a lot, you know. Whenever Amshel wanted to impress someone, or try a new test, or whatever. It was one of the first things I learned when I left the tower. What I want or what I feel, that doesn't matter at all. And it's been the same with every Chevalier, so even if I love them because they're my precious, beautiful knights, I hate them too.

[Her voice and expression suddenly softens, which is hard to define as a good or bad sign with her, though the hurt look at least seems completely genuine.]

So why is it? You're the one that's different and the one I would hope for every time, a little, but you're the one I don't even meet until it's too late? That's not fair, is it?