[ What has he accomplished? All the victories he's secured thus far have been rendered meaningless by his recent string of losses. He hears himself, more clearly than ever. If this is the limit of his woeful potential, what's the point?

Berkut turns away. Instead of bothering this woman with his shortcomings, he should go. But the words keep on coming. Even if those things don't matter, he cares. ]

A strength inherent to me? I wish to be a son to my uncle . . . What strength I have now isn't enough for him to even glance my way. Even borrowing power from another wasn't enough. So what good is my strength?