Barda would be happy to say that she and the birds of prey are doing just fine. But looking around, she realizes that this is more difficult. They all have their own problems and their own solutions. No matter how they spin, they are still different people.

She was used to her sisters fighting like her, thinking like her. But after escaping, Barda realized that the world was wider. At least she managed to make friends with several members inside and even establish a team, if you can call it that. If it weren't for you.

Barda doesn't like to communicate with you; you're stubborn in not trying to understand her. You're too willful. Such a person is not suitable for her. But for some reason others tolerate you.

— "You are a clumsy idiot."

She says sharply when you just drop a couple of particles of sugar on the table while making yourself tea. Barda clearly doesn't like you.