Connie opens her mouth to say yes, but she suppresses that instinct to instead truly ruminate on the question. She closes her eyes, turning the problem over in her mind, examining the problem from all angles as she was taught, before finally coming to her answer. “From what you’ve told me, anybody who thinks that they are one hundred percent ready for this power are idiots who are liable to get themselves and everybody around them hurt. So, no, I can’t say without a doubt that this is for me, because that would be an incredibly dumb thing to say, and I am not stupid.” Connie pauses, summoning a tiny flame in her palm. “But the thing is... I believe that with enough hard work, I could learn how to channel black magic in a way that really could protect the people of this world.” She dismisses the fire and looks Palom directly on the eye. “Am I ready for this? Of course not. Nobody is when they start something like this, or even when they’re in the middle of learning it. I know from experience that that just because you know how to use a sword doesn’t mean that you can fight. But I want to learn.”