[ Oh, no, Dion.... Her shoulders draw up from the touch, stiff, but she caves... She will hide into his gay shoulder. She won't cry as much, but sometimes you love someone so much and it survives after your body turns into something different and horrific. ]
... It does, but in the end I still love him. [ my life is a vidya heterosexual circus ] And now my resolution is stronger than before. I want to see him.
I am glad for it. If there is any way in which I can assist, you need only say the word.
[ But okay. Let's take sweet Amalthea to the Hideaway.
Harpocrates was one of the few people who cared for you as a person, rather than a prince or a Dominant. As a child, he had always seemed to contain more wisdom than all of Castle Whitewrym's libraries combined, while treating you as gently as a gardener treats their blooms.
You always wished that you could've learned more from him, but battle awaited.
Harpocrates only knew you as a child, and had left Oriflamme before he could ever see you grow into an adult. And because of that, it's difficult to face him now. You have disappointed so many people in your life, but they had all remained faceless. Nothing but screams and jeers to torment your nightmares.
You hadn't needed to look any of them in the eye.
And yet, as if it were twenty years prior, he treats you with kindness still. You can tell he still has faith in you, believes in you, and it breaks your heart knowing you will disappoint him once more.
... You cannot take this flower because you will not return from Origin.
Though the ache that stems from wishing you could lingers, even as the memory fades. ]
Your support has been more than enough, Mister Lesage. Maybe more than I deserve.
[ She laughs a bit into his shoulder, but then the memory. Damn... Harpocrates and Dion really make me so sad. To feel you are undeserving of kindness. She doesn't know where Dion's sorrow and desire for atonement stems from, but she feels for him nevertheless. ]
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... It does, but in the end I still love him. [ my life is a vidya heterosexual circus ] And now my resolution is stronger than before. I want to see him.
[ where is my memory ]
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I am glad for it. If there is any way in which I can assist, you need only say the word.
[ But okay. Let's take sweet Amalthea to the Hideaway.
You always wished that you could've learned more from him, but battle awaited.
Harpocrates only knew you as a child, and had left Oriflamme before he could ever see you grow into an adult. And because of that, it's difficult to face him now. You have disappointed so many people in your life, but they had all remained faceless. Nothing but screams and jeers to torment your nightmares.
You hadn't needed to look any of them in the eye.
And yet, as if it were twenty years prior, he treats you with kindness still. You can tell he still has faith in you, believes in you, and it breaks your heart knowing you will disappoint him once more.
... You cannot take this flower because you will not return from Origin.
Though the ache that stems from wishing you could lingers, even as the memory fades. ]
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Your support has been more than enough, Mister Lesage. Maybe more than I deserve.
[ She laughs a bit into his shoulder, but then the memory. Damn... Harpocrates and Dion really make me so sad. To feel you are undeserving of kindness. She doesn't know where Dion's sorrow and desire for atonement stems from, but she feels for him nevertheless. ]
... Do you plan to return?
[ Do you return? ]
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anyway, he gives her an awkward smile, chest a little tight at the sight of harpocrates' gentle demeanour and nostalgic voice ]
I do not seek death, but I plan to give our final fight every last bit of strength that I possess.
[ so probably not! ]
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Her lips press into a thin line as she ponders, wondering if she should say anything. ]
... You know, that sounds almost the same.
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There are some causes worth dying for, I suppose. I would not prioritize my life over victory.
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[ puppy dog eyes ]
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... No. Not anymore.
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[ DECIDES FOR HIM and she doesn't know his fate at all, so she's going to stay positive. ]
Put your all into it so you can return to them, Mister Lesage!