Yes, well, I thought they would lead into one another - we can get into the specifics of that in a moment.
[LISTEN HE'LL GET THIS RIGHT ONE WAY OR ANOTHER]
[For now - talks of death!]
Well, I have thought of it often. In Faerghus, after all, it is nearly a given that you will die of either illness, or in battle, and often you hope for at least the latter. [Death by plague... Dimitri was too young to remember most of it, just the immediate aftermath, and it was spoken of in shudders, in grimaces of pain.]
[A terrible way to go.]
To live to an old age... That would be nothing less than a miracle. And yet it was something I often wondered, when I thought back to my father, to Glenn and countless others. When I am not haunted by my own phantoms, by the idea of responsibility and duty to the dead, I wonder how they would have rather I last saw them. What memories would they have rather I carry with me, rather than a blade falling through my father's very neck?
[so this wedding conversation is going great]
I am biased, of course, with my memories of my father being that of a young child - maybe our relationship would have become different if I could have grown up besides him, and he began to treat me as an adult. But I wonder... if perhaps he would have rathered a happier parting. If my final memories could have been of him smiling, and laughing, as he so often did when I was young.
Of course, here in this place, it is not death that would take us, I know, and there is a good chance I would see you all again - Sylvain left and then returned, as did Dedue.
Yet that base idea is similar, I think. The idea of the last memories we shared together. I want them to be vibrant, and happy, and with no regrets.
.........So how does one propose to a lover in Almyra?
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[LISTEN HE'LL GET THIS RIGHT ONE WAY OR ANOTHER]
[For now - talks of death!]
Well, I have thought of it often. In Faerghus, after all, it is nearly a given that you will die of either illness, or in battle, and often you hope for at least the latter. [Death by plague... Dimitri was too young to remember most of it, just the immediate aftermath, and it was spoken of in shudders, in grimaces of pain.]
[A terrible way to go.]
To live to an old age... That would be nothing less than a miracle. And yet it was something I often wondered, when I thought back to my father, to Glenn and countless others. When I am not haunted by my own phantoms, by the idea of responsibility and duty to the dead, I wonder how they would have rather I last saw them. What memories would they have rather I carry with me, rather than a blade falling through my father's very neck?
[so this wedding conversation is going great]
I am biased, of course, with my memories of my father being that of a young child - maybe our relationship would have become different if I could have grown up besides him, and he began to treat me as an adult. But I wonder... if perhaps he would have rathered a happier parting. If my final memories could have been of him smiling, and laughing, as he so often did when I was young.
Of course, here in this place, it is not death that would take us, I know, and there is a good chance I would see you all again - Sylvain left and then returned, as did Dedue.
Yet that base idea is similar, I think. The idea of the last memories we shared together. I want them to be vibrant, and happy, and with no regrets.
.........So how does one propose to a lover in Almyra?
[yeah lets finish like that]