Daisuke looked at Natasha while she spoke, a curious and confused look on his face. So she was a genie? And not just any genie, the most powerful one out there. That was a little bit difficult to grasp. Still though, the expression on her face, the tone of her voice, he found himself believing every word.<br/><br/>He looked at her. She still looked human, just like when he'd first seen her. She certainly didn't look like whatever he thought a magical entity should look like. Granted, he'd already been able to tell she was powerful, but<span style="font-style: italic">made</span>of magic? No, magic didn't have feelings, it couldn't hold on to your arm when it was scared. Djinn or not, she wasn't just magic, she was still the same person he'd met in the park.<br/><br/>Daisuke shook his head gently. "Why should I think differently of you? You were a genie ten minutes ago and we were friends. The only difference is now I know. That doesn't change the kind of person you are; you're still the same girl I made friends with. And if that's the case," he went on, "I'll most certainly hold on to this journal," he said, holding it up. "I'm not about to let any friend of mine get sealed away over stupid racial issues."