"I have glimpsed the extent of my potential, child," Eileen Ziegler softly replied, "There lies no hope that I seek."
"But..."
He shifted his gaze to the petite girl, whose dim, yellowed eyes suddenly burst with fervent and proud vitality, dispelling the lingering air of decline with a fresh, lively spirit.
The elder placed his hands on Ravenna's shoulders, solemnly stating, "But I see it in you, Venna."
"...Me?"
"Yes, you. You are the genius I've seen, second only to Mr. Flamelle in this world... No, if not for Mr. Flamelle's almost cheating essence..."
Eileen's voice grew increasingly fervent, "You might... have the potential to surpass him!"
"Only a genius who can transcend limits like you… truly embodies hope."
"So, child, why worry about the nonsensical words your father speaks?"