Mm, okay. [ Deep breath. This isn't easy, but... she feels like it's necessary. ]
When I was four, my sister and I were rescued by mom — though she wasn't our mom at the time — from a really bad place. She was only around for three years up until the she died on another mission. [ Her gaze is downcast, and she is wearing a sad sort of smile. Yet her voice speaks with a deep fondness. ] I looked up to her, but at the same time, I was really afraid of how different we were from other kids our age. I still get that feeling, sometimes...
A-anyway. The thing that really snapped me out of my grief was, a few years later, I was rescued from a fire by a girl named Nanoha. She was really cool, and strong, and kind! [ Now she's smiling easier, and she looks back to the camera. ] I had found someone who fought for the sake of others, and both my sister and I came out of that with dreams and desires of our own.
I couldn't waste so much time moping anymore. My mom wouldn't have wanted that. It probably hurt dad to hear us make our decisions to join up with the armed forces, but... I'll never regret the decision. I'll never look back on that time and think "what could I have done differently?"