[ there's a heavy sigh behind alphinaud again, and this time she shifts up. it might seem as if she's going to move away, but after a moment she comes back, her arms encircling her brother from behind. she tucks her chin into the curve of his shoulder. ]
I understand, and you've no need to apologize.
[ she ... gets it. there are her own issues she must bury away lest they see the light of day. but she worries that she could miss such grief within her own brother.
she can't genuinely tell him it's not his fault either. she knows the situation, and she knows his hubris is what brought is downfall. she won't lie to him, but neither will she remind him either.
instead, she squeezes him in a gentle hug. ]
It is okay to cry though, you know. Everything that happened... it was so much. And much of it unfair.
[ At first, Alphinaud was scared she would leave. The two of them used to be so close when they were little often accompanying each other whenever their parents were off on business. While they most certainly had their quarrels, Alphinaud loves his sister and always wanted to be there for her. However, this isn't something he'll admit easily lest he wants to hear Alisaie gloat about it. Alphinaud is much more tenderhearted than he seems. He knows this and she knows it just as well. ]
Alisaie? [ He tilts his head to the side a little until he felt a familiar warmth at his shoulder. ] Oh...
[ Her embrace is like a healing balm, one that blankets Alphinaud with the warmth he missed since the death of their family. It serves as a reminder of happier times away from the misery that grips him still. Even though the boy strives to keep his melancholy at bay, Alphinaud never forgave himself for all the woe he caused and perhaps never will. Still, Alphinaud knows better than to allow this misery to overcome him. That's why he strives to forget it even exists.. ]
I don't want to cry. [ He proclaims despite his eyes starting to sting from unshed tears. ] I don't have the right to cry.
Not after...everything I've done. Not after all the death and sorrow, I caused.
[ Alphinaud does his best to keep the tears at bay but they start to fall regardless. ]
[ a quiet assurance, that she's not going anywhere and doesn't intend to. perhaps it's a small blessing they were both taken; even if back home they'd have no idea, they both have each other here.
she waits, listening to him after he proclaims he doesn't want to cry. there it is; no right to cry, not after everything. the root of the issue, really, and she squeezes him tightly when she feels wetness on her arm. ]
And when did you decide you had to have a right to cry?
[ blunt, and to the point; exactly her type of comfort. she frets over him quietly, one hand rubbing at a shoulder. ]
In fact, perhaps you must, because you recognize your mistakes.
[ such a small word for what the braves did, but she is trying. ]
You are allowed to cry for them, to grieve the loss that we have all felt as well.
[ she won't offer the only other bitter comfort she has: that if it wasn't alphinaud, and illberd, or nidhogg's eyes, it would have been some other bright young lad, another victim of war, another source of aether the ascians would have manipulated. ]
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I understand, and you've no need to apologize.
[ she ... gets it. there are her own issues she must bury away lest they see the light of day. but she worries that she could miss such grief within her own brother.
she can't genuinely tell him it's not his fault either. she knows the situation, and she knows his hubris is what brought is downfall. she won't lie to him, but neither will she remind him either.
instead, she squeezes him in a gentle hug. ]
It is okay to cry though, you know. Everything that happened... it was so much. And much of it unfair.
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Alisaie? [ He tilts his head to the side a little until he felt a familiar warmth at his shoulder. ] Oh...
[ Her embrace is like a healing balm, one that blankets Alphinaud with the warmth he missed since the death of their family. It serves as a reminder of happier times away from the misery that grips him still. Even though the boy strives to keep his melancholy at bay, Alphinaud never forgave himself for all the woe he caused and perhaps never will. Still, Alphinaud knows better than to allow this misery to overcome him. That's why he strives to forget it even exists.. ]
I don't want to cry. [ He proclaims despite his eyes starting to sting from unshed tears. ] I don't have the right to cry.
Not after...everything I've done. Not after all the death and sorrow, I caused.
[ Alphinaud does his best to keep the tears at bay but they start to fall regardless. ]
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[ a quiet assurance, that she's not going anywhere and doesn't intend to. perhaps it's a small blessing they were both taken; even if back home they'd have no idea, they both have each other here.
she waits, listening to him after he proclaims he doesn't want to cry. there it is; no right to cry, not after everything. the root of the issue, really, and she squeezes him tightly when she feels wetness on her arm. ]
And when did you decide you had to have a right to cry?
[ blunt, and to the point; exactly her type of comfort. she frets over him quietly, one hand rubbing at a shoulder. ]
In fact, perhaps you must, because you recognize your mistakes.
[ such a small word for what the braves did, but she is trying. ]
You are allowed to cry for them, to grieve the loss that we have all felt as well.
[ she won't offer the only other bitter comfort she has: that if it wasn't alphinaud, and illberd, or nidhogg's eyes, it would have been some other bright young lad, another victim of war, another source of aether the ascians would have manipulated. ]