Refined? Ila had never considered herself "refined" in any sense of the word. She was too down and dirty when it came to helping people to be called refined. She hoped he didn't think of her that way but knew how he could have come to such a conclusion. She was so light, so gold, that many assumed her to be higher class on first contact. She just hoped he had been able to see past the colors and known that she was in no way, refined.
"My apologies for not understanding you. You see, I have only ever fought against darkness, not others. I just cannot comprehend that idea." It wasn't that he was going against some philosophy of hers; she just didn't see how fighting could be fun. "You see, I am an angel, sent here to Terra to do good for those I find. Are these fights of yours for good? Do you help people?"