"Oh, I see. I'm sorry, but I had to do it. I couldn't allow you to die because of your stubbornness. Your safety is important, and sometimes difficult decisions have to be made to ensure it."
Ragnar shook his head slowly. "That's it. You don't seem like the person described in the prophecy. Yet, you've displayed signs of powerful magic, using it to save both me and Qedren."
Sophia sighed softly. "I see. You're struggling to reconcile the image of me from the prophecy with who you heard before you meet me."
Ragnar nodded, his gaze earnest. "Yes. I feel like there's a contradiction. On one hand, you're someone who's shown incredible strength and skill. On the other, you don't match the destructive image painted by the prophecy."
Sophia sighed, her voice gentle. "I understand your confusion. The prophecy might paint a broad picture, but it doesn't capture the entirety of who I am."