Those instinctive denials mean little in the face of Lysithea’s despondency, the open and painful honestly that underlines her voice and frame, younger in demeanour than he has ever seen her previously. Nor do they hold up against his knowledge of Edelgard — the future leader and distant woman she is now, not the child who lives only in his memories. Is it truly such a stretch to believe she could prove as cruel and flawed as so many rulers before them? Willing to condemn countless souls to senseless war for her own goals?
Yes. Yes, it is. But perhaps that’s only because he does not wish to accept otherwise.
His fists clench, nails digging into the skin of his palms. A mild, grounding pain. It makes it easier to focus on here and now, the girl in front of him instead of the awful future she speaks of. ]
... Thank you, Lysithea. I realize this cannot be easy for you to explain.
[ The intonation is precise, polite, and distant. Leagues away from the previous camaraderie. ]
There’s more I would like to ask, but... To be honest, I’m not certain where to start. It’s difficult to believe we could be brought here from different times, let alone...
[ Which isn’t to say he doubts her. On the contrary, this would be far easier to handle if he could brush off he words, reject them entirely, instead of struggling to reconcile them. ]
no subject
[ Impossible? Ridiculous? Wrong?
Those instinctive denials mean little in the face of Lysithea’s despondency, the open and painful honestly that underlines her voice and frame, younger in demeanour than he has ever seen her previously. Nor do they hold up against his knowledge of Edelgard — the future leader and distant woman she is now, not the child who lives only in his memories. Is it truly such a stretch to believe she could prove as cruel and flawed as so many rulers before them? Willing to condemn countless souls to senseless war for her own goals?
Yes. Yes, it is. But perhaps that’s only because he does not wish to accept otherwise.
His fists clench, nails digging into the skin of his palms. A mild, grounding pain. It makes it easier to focus on here and now, the girl in front of him instead of the awful future she speaks of. ]
... Thank you, Lysithea. I realize this cannot be easy for you to explain.
[ The intonation is precise, polite, and distant. Leagues away from the previous camaraderie. ]
There’s more I would like to ask, but... To be honest, I’m not certain where to start. It’s difficult to believe we could be brought here from different times, let alone...
[ Which isn’t to say he doubts her. On the contrary, this would be far easier to handle if he could brush off he words, reject them entirely, instead of struggling to reconcile them. ]