望むものを手に入れた。悔いも恨みもあるわけがない。ただ実感しているだけ。

「あっ、血…
薔薇と同じ色…なのよね…」

指を刺した棘。もうすぐ私は華麗な薔薇を散らし、絢爛に咲き誇る。モノクロではなく鮮やかに。その力が自分にある。その夢がどこか色褪せたのは、この宝石がただの石塊の色に見えるせいなの？
（ズィーヴァが捨てた紙片より）

I have obtained my heart's desire. I feel no regret or resentment; only calm regarding the realization that it has come to pass. My finger catches on a thorn. "Oh... Blood. It is the same color as this rose...isn't it?" Soon I will scatter gorgeous blossoms, and blossom dazzlingly. Not in shades of black and white, but vividly. The power to do so is within me. Yet...has that dream faded now that these jewels appear as nothing but colorless pebbles to me? (From a scrap of paper discarded by Sieba)