[ She nods in response to his question, but otherwise remains silent so he can continue. Lucina's not... jealous of him. Not at all — he may have what she does not, but that's hardly reason to be envious of him. But it's hard to think of the right thing to say, when she's been so desperately trying to get back what he's contemplating leaving.
( Tried, then failed. Or maybe never had a shot in the first place. She chooses not to dwell on it now, regardless. )
She opts to sit in silence for moment or two longer. Before she swallows, and opens with a quiet— ] If he is anything like my father, he would want you to be safe as well. [ And by his side.
Not that she respected his wishes in the slightest ( she couldn't. ) ] Still — I could hardly complain if you did choose to stay. [ Just saying. Not that this makes his decision any easier, probably. ]
If you're staying, it'll make my staying a lot easier, you know.
[ said with a smile — he appreciates that she doesn't judge him, or at least not out loud... because he's judging himself well enough already. but he means what he says; she's come to mean a lot to him, and to be able to have her around, still, is something that makes him a little more secure in his decision.
then, ] ... what's your father like? I don't think I've heard you speak of him, before.
For how easy the question should be, she has a hard time starting — her expression softening as she tries to think of the best way to put her father in the best light, because that's what he deserves ( even to people that will likely never meet him ). It's not hard to tell that he's someone important to her, anyway. ]
He was ... a kind, loyal man. Many looked up to him, and his leadership — they saw it as an honor to serve under him. Despite all the matters he handled as the Exalt, he always found time for his family, and his friends.
He was quite the swordsman as well — much of what I learned is from him. [ Until he passed away. But that's not the question she's answering. ]
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( Tried, then failed. Or maybe never had a shot in the first place. She chooses not to dwell on it now, regardless. )
She opts to sit in silence for moment or two longer. Before she swallows, and opens with a quiet— ] If he is anything like my father, he would want you to be safe as well. [ And by his side.
Not that she respected his wishes in the slightest ( she couldn't. ) ] Still — I could hardly complain if you did choose to stay. [ Just saying. Not that this makes his decision any easier, probably. ]
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[ said with a smile — he appreciates that she doesn't judge him, or at least not out loud... because he's judging himself well enough already. but he means what he says; she's come to mean a lot to him, and to be able to have her around, still, is something that makes him a little more secure in his decision.
then, ] ... what's your father like? I don't think I've heard you speak of him, before.
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For how easy the question should be, she has a hard time starting — her expression softening as she tries to think of the best way to put her father in the best light, because that's what he deserves ( even to people that will likely never meet him ). It's not hard to tell that he's someone important to her, anyway. ]
He was ... a kind, loyal man. Many looked up to him, and his leadership — they saw it as an honor to serve under him. Despite all the matters he handled as the Exalt, he always found time for his family, and his friends.
He was quite the swordsman as well — much of what I learned is from him. [ Until he passed away. But that's not the question she's answering. ]