[there wasn't ever another choice. if she'd done what she was meant to do, she would have gained the things she wanted, but she would have lost any capacity to be the person she is now.]
It's done. I'll never be accepted by her that way.
[ She'd seemed rather uncertain about the path forward last time they spoke of it, so he's watching to see if she's mourning the loss of that dream she once had. ]
So you know what choice you're going to make then? When you go back.
[ Oh. He likes that answer- even though the decision is hers, whichever path she wants, and whatever shape she wants her life to take.
Still, he can't help but smile slightly, squeezing where their hands are joined. ]
Then I hope that's what you do, and that you find something better for yourself than what you had to give up. [ Her family and sense of belonging among the followers of Shar. He knows that isn't easy. ] Though I gotta say, make your own decisions about your life has its own challenges.
I'd still choose it over living out someone else's plans for me though.
[ Since he's such a control freak.
But with that, the mirrors wake back up, and now they're in another fantastical land.
—It never brings you an joy to fight against Almyra—the land of your birth. Each battle is a reminder of how many lives have been lost to the pointless feud between these two nations, and of the hatred that it propagates.
And you hate that you benefit from each victory. The people of Fódlan hate the Almyrans, and each time you fend off their attacks, it makes you more of a hero. More respectable in the eyes of your peers, as if winning a battle is something to be praised.
Once you put an end to the war, then maybe you'll feel worthy of any accolades.
Not that it matters now, as you face down your brother. One last life to end.
... You don't think you love him, but there's still this pointless grief in your heart. And when your friend calls you out on your hesitation, that age old instinct rises up again: don't let them see you hurt. So you put it aside and continue the march forward. ]
Not quite. Originally we were fighting against Empire, but we've always had a tense relationship with Almyra. They often make raids into Fódlan's territory.
I don't have a family, but... I suppose when I think of one, I always picture people who are loving. Who would protect you from harm, laugh with you. Care.
[so as badly as it might hurt, this sort of relationship isn't the "family" she would hold dear.]
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Something clicks. Oh, he'd thought she was on drugs. ]
Oh, I... Sorry. For making you watch it.
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[there wasn't ever another choice. if she'd done what she was meant to do, she would have gained the things she wanted, but she would have lost any capacity to be the person she is now.]
It's done. I'll never be accepted by her that way.
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So you know what choice you're going to make then? When you go back.
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...I just want to find something else for myself. Everything has been Shar for so long.
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Still, he can't help but smile slightly, squeezing where their hands are joined. ]
Then I hope that's what you do, and that you find something better for yourself than what you had to give up. [ Her family and sense of belonging among the followers of Shar. He knows that isn't easy. ] Though I gotta say, make your own decisions about your life has its own challenges.
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[but i want a claude memory, too.]
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[ Since he's such a control freak.
But with that, the mirrors wake back up, and now they're in another fantastical land.
—It never brings you an joy to fight against Almyra—the land of your birth. Each battle is a reminder of how many lives have been lost to the pointless feud between these two nations, and of the hatred that it propagates.
And you hate that you benefit from each victory. The people of Fódlan hate the Almyrans, and each time you fend off their attacks, it makes you more of a hero. More respectable in the eyes of your peers, as if winning a battle is something to be praised.
Once you put an end to the war, then maybe you'll feel worthy of any accolades.
Not that it matters now, as you face down your brother. One last life to end.
There had never been any love in his heart for you, but that doesn't make this any easier. You don't think you love him either, but that doesn't mean you can't understand him.
... You don't think you love him, but there's still this pointless grief in your heart. And when your friend calls you out on your hesitation, that age old instinct rises up again: don't let them see you hurt. So you put it aside and continue the march forward. ]
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she reacts the same way as claude's super hot friend - worried about him, but very aware he probably doesn't want to talk about it too much.]
The war you're fighting, it's against your family?
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He shakes his head. ]
Not quite. Originally we were fighting against Empire, but we've always had a tense relationship with Almyra. They often make raids into Fódlan's territory.
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[...]
Do you regret it at all? I know your feelings about your family are fraught with difficulties.
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[ A little sigh. ]
But he probably would've thought of it as showing weakness, and that's worse than death.
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[so as badly as it might hurt, this sort of relationship isn't the "family" she would hold dear.]
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It wasn't like that for us, unfortunately. And I guess killing him is what made me realize that it never could be, no matter what.
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