Strike: Put a Fairy into your hand.
Tsk, don't you ever get tired of chasing after me? I told you I was leaving. Leave me be—I slipped out of that circle.
(Same as the unevolved form.)
I just can't sit around and wait for the day I finally die. That's why I left the forest behind and took up the sword. No more lying safe in my cradle. I walk my own path now.