Yeah. [ their world really sucks so much worse than you imagine... ] Always been a rotten world for tribes like ours. Eupha's isn't treated too great on the mainland either, but there aren't many of 'em around there. Don't ever end up with places full of 'em like with us.
[It's obvious that they lived past that night, at least, but he can only hope that they lived past it in more than just a constant state of running and hiding and fear.]
[ it's genuinely unnerving how much similarity there was between their two memories, and now he understands all the more why lucas reacted as strongly as he had to his. the weight on his back, the despair at knowing everyone would rather let this innocent kid he loved more than anything die than lift a finger to help, the white-robed church figure finally being the one to extend a hand.
...but even with that help, lucas's sister still didn't recover at the end, did she? not enough to live any kind of normal life, at least, judging by the scene from before.
That said, Lucas absolutely had a much stronger reaction to Fidelio's memory than his own. It's an old hurt, and one he's familiar with. More than that, this memory is actually a good one for him. Despite the despair and the cruelty, it marks the start of his path toward salvation. He has nothing but fondness for the reflection of the man in the rain, though there's something a little sad in his expression, too.
But he'll turn to face Fidelio with a small smile.]
I am, yes - but thank you for asking. [...] My nation can be a cruel place, but there is still kindness to be found.
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Anyone who could treat a child like that, regardless of where they may come from or what they may be, is certainly nothing more than a demon.
[He's so tired of senseless cruelty, my god. But everyone is, probably.]
...You were able to find sanctuary, then? With that woman?
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For that night, yeah. Couldn't stick around though, might've gotten her in trouble.
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[It's obvious that they lived past that night, at least, but he can only hope that they lived past it in more than just a constant state of running and hiding and fear.]
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I see... I'm so very sorry... Will the two of you be staying here after the trials...?
[DON'T GO BACK TO THAT WORLD IT'S BAD.]
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Bas has to go back.
...And I'll go with him if I can.
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...If he returns, then you will, as well. I have faith in that. [Said certainly, just elder brother to elder brother communication.]
You have something awaiting you, then?
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[HE'S TIRED.
But also, another memory can volley back across the mirrors now.]
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[ it's genuinely unnerving how much similarity there was between their two memories, and now he understands all the more why lucas reacted as strongly as he had to his. the weight on his back, the despair at knowing everyone would rather let this innocent kid he loved more than anything die than lift a finger to help, the white-robed church figure finally being the one to extend a hand.
...but even with that help, lucas's sister still didn't recover at the end, did she? not enough to live any kind of normal life, at least, judging by the scene from before.
he turns to look at him. ]
You all right?
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That said, Lucas absolutely had a much stronger reaction to Fidelio's memory than his own. It's an old hurt, and one he's familiar with. More than that, this memory is actually a good one for him. Despite the despair and the cruelty, it marks the start of his path toward salvation. He has nothing but fondness for the reflection of the man in the rain, though there's something a little sad in his expression, too.
But he'll turn to face Fidelio with a small smile.]
I am, yes - but thank you for asking. [...] My nation can be a cruel place, but there is still kindness to be found.