"Maybe a little bad luck could tip the scales in her favor," Shura replies wryly. That's how it worked, right? If Alice had enough bad luck piled up, maybe fortune would take pity on her.

But Shura doesn't have much to say, caught between watching for Daud's reaction when his reflection changes for that bare second and listening to Aconite's claws softly click on the floor. The dragonet is taking her time and being surprisingly quiet.