"I'm not disappointed!" Soma protested. "But I underestimated you."

In a way, she supposed, that had been her fault. It was easy to view Lingormr as the product of some bygone age--an age that had included magic, of course, but a bygone age nevertheless. He hardly seemed a dusty scholar in heavy robes, but even 'incredibly intelligent human' paled in comparison to 'can tear entire dimensions apart on a good day.'

Maybe Riku and Sora had been right, she thought for a moment, before she shut that line of thinking down. She'd talk to Kratos before she came to any rash decisions. She trusted his opinion. More importantly, she'd come to think of Lingormr as a friend before his revelation. As far as she could tell, that part of him hadn't changed.

"You haven't done any harm here," she added quietly. "I'm just...surprised, that's all."