Delia Yonce and her magical curl

A Show for Philosophers

After her impressive speech, Delia sat down at the debate table, and the crowd of philosophers around her became animated with questions.

"Delia," Professor Shinoda Okamura began, "how do you feel about the question of whether your powers can change our understanding of power and responsibility? What is it like to be a person with such unique abilities?"

"I believe that my power is not only a gift, but also a burden," Delia answered, trying to be sincere. "My powers require responsibility, and I cannot allow anyone to use them for their own benefit."

There were approving comments from the audience, but Makoto's gaze, standing in the background, made her uneasy. He clenched his hands and watched her like a predator watching his prey. Delia sensed that he was waiting for the moment when he could intervene.

"How can you be sure that you will not be influenced by others, Delia?" asked the bearded philosopher, who looked especially wary. "In a world where powers can be used for selfish purposes, how do you intend to protect your ideas?"

"I will not allow myself to be manipulated by anyone," she said, feeling a sense of fortitude rising within her. "I will only use my powers for those I trust and for my own ends."

"Delia," Makoto interrupted with a slight smile, "we live in a world where cooperation and collaboration are necessary to achieve success. Don't you realize that by joining forces, we can achieve so much more?"

His voice was full of charisma, and all eyes turned to him again. Many of the philosophers nodded in agreement. Delia felt a sense of unease creeping up on her. Makoto was trying to twist her words, to make them part of his game.

"I'm not sure your definition of success is the same as mine," she snapped, trying to get the conversation back on track. "I don't want to be a pawn in your game, Makoto."

"But you don't understand," he said, leaning towards her as if searching for weakness in her eyes. "This isn't a game, this is reality. People with your abilities can change the course of history. I just want you to be a part of it."

Delia felt her anger rising. She couldn't let it steer the conversation away; she had to be persistent.

"I don't need your help, Makoto. I can make my own decisions," she said, raising her voice.

The philosophers looked at each other, some of them looking confused, others began to discuss her words among themselves. However, Makoto wasn't about to give up. He turned sharply to the philosophers, getting their attention.

"How can you be sure that her abilities can actually be useful without control?" he asked, his voice growing more guarded. "I suggest a constructive approach to learning her powers, to avoid the potential consequences that could arise if she doesn't learn to control them.

Delia felt the tension in the room grow. She realized that Makoto wanted to use her to plant the idea in the philosophers' heads that she needed his protection and control.

"I can control my powers," she said, trying to keep her cool. "I don't need your control. I'm here to explain the importance of using these abilities wisely and respectfully."

She turned to the philosophers, who were listening intently.

"If you really want to understand how my powers work, we should work together as equals, not create a hierarchy where I'm dependent on someone."

The philosophers seemed to consider her words. Makoto, realizing that the situation was slipping out of his hands, frowned.

"But you don't know what's going on outside of this conference, Delia," he said, his voice turning sullen. "There are powers that seek to use you, and you can't be naive in your approach."