[You are too kind, Masaomi. Too kind. She takes a long sip herself, perplexed at such a simple idea of avoidance. But you're not getting this glass back. Probably.]

At home, in my land of Lorule, there is a legend of a sacred treasure which can grant one's wish simply by touching it. [Hilda keeps the drink by her as she slowly draws a triangle.] Think for a moment that you are able to obtain such a powerful thing. It would be within your grasp. What would you do for it, and would you wish for that ideal world despite any and all consequences of using that power?

[She's tense for his reply, honestly. The underlying intentions have been edging at her mind since she stepped back and reviewed the situation herself.]