[ Ange releases a breath of air. It's close to a huff, but not quite, though it gives the impression of the former as she shifts a little in her chair, rather than fully sitting still before she speaks up again. ]

That's the problem with witches.

[ .. sure, Ange is a witch now too. Especially in this form. She definitely thinks of herself as a witch.

But there's a difference between her kind of witch and the kind of witches she's thinking of. Witches like Bernkastel. Witches like Beatrice, when the latter is at her worst. ]

People only get bored when they don't have a mission. When you don't have something you deeply care about. There's no way I would get bored when I am much too busy protecting my friends here.