[she continues, talking to cheer him up but unable to keep the passion from her voice:]
But to live to fight another day, plunging into the fray of battle again and again to emerge triumphant, winning victory after victory in the Emperor's blessed name—what better life to live? Imagine it, Ciaphas! You won't simply be a hero, but a legend.
[as she speaks, something happens that makes two puppies and a small, squashy-looking Pokémon in the window display start yapping at the glass: Felicia's reflection fades like an optical illusion into an image of the past. She's still there, but as Cain once knew her: a filthy, disheveled young woman, still too thin for her robes to fit properly, perched at the controls of a modified power lifter with a grim smile on her face and the light of battle in her eyes.]