Dantsu has been trying her best, really. No matter what kind of training she does, or what kind of schedule she has, it never amounts to what her friends can do.

Pokke... Cafe, and Tachyon...

They're miles ahead of her in terms of raw performance and skill. Better on turf, better in acceleration, just in general...

And it frustrates her to no end.

Sitting down on a bench after a race, Dantsu just... wonders. Thinks about something, but why the long face?

"...Trainer. I... I'm sorry." Sorry? What could she possibly be sorry for-

"I'm sorry for losing- even though it's not my fault. It's just- I know most horse girls don't end up winning- or winning in general, I know that too well. Pokke and Cafe... Tachyon... I know that she and the others are the exceptional racers that can make it big in this type of thing, and it just... it just irritates me..!"

Dantsu's hands clenched that would ball into fists, trying to suppress her frustrations and anger. She's always trying, always running to catch up to them, but she just can't. It seems impossible.

But every second ticks with the risk of the bubble popping, and it does.

"E- Even then... I don't- hic- I don't want to become a version of myself where 'losing is normal'...

"I hate that..!"

Without shame, Dantsu's eyes turn gleaming and starry along with a fiery passion for what she loves to do. In those eyes, they reflect somebody who isn't willing to back down in the face of an era that is denying her right to stardom. She will take it back, no matter what...