"I kept him occupied. Our friendly Warlocks - and that sniper - took him down," Blaze corrects, still amused. "You can't have had that good a view." All she had to seriously hurt Reynard with was the Arc- and that one odd moment where her Light took a different turn. Her optics flick down to her right hand, fingers flexing idly for a second. That part of the fight still nags at her.

But first, she needs to comfort her friend... if she can't make him understand. "I'm grateful for the vote of confidence, Hughes, but- uh. If you'd seen some of the other Guardians in action, you'd know I haven't given my full measure. Not while the Darkness is still out there and I'm still- I can still be more than this. I know that."

She needs to be more, in a way she didn't just a few weeks ago. She doesn't even see any of this as self-deprecation, really - the point is she needs to be better.