[she winces a little even as she breathes that out, her mouth drawn in a pained kind of smile.]
Well, I...I don't know about deserving or otherwise. [matters of deserving anything is what seemed to kick all of this they've got off, right? she won't forget those lines in a hurry.] But that's kind of you to say. [whether he wants it to be or not. honestly, she's not sure how he wants to be seen anymore: big, bad Guzma has more than a few softer edges than she'd realized before.]
Were I to be able to dictate much of anything about fate or this world? I'd say it could all stay connected. So if I were to ever go back... I could still remember it all.
[she fixes her gaze back on him -- easier to do, now with him looking elsewhere. she takes account of his expression, trying to cement it in mind next to those words he'd said.
going back...forgetting. she actually dreads it. she knows she wouldn't shirk her responsibilities, of course, because...she'd have had nothing like this to recall to make her want to. the Lucina she is now...will never be the one to go back and take arms against the fell dragon. would she have the resolve to? maybe. but in doing so...she'd still remember all the things of this world. she'd miss it.
she briefly wonders if she'd miss him, too.]
In any case, [she looks back to the full, lazy lumps splaying out all over the place.] I hope you weren't expecting them to do much at all. I seem to have knocked them all out...
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[she winces a little even as she breathes that out, her mouth drawn in a pained kind of smile.]
Well, I...I don't know about deserving or otherwise. [matters of deserving anything is what seemed to kick all of this they've got off, right? she won't forget those lines in a hurry.] But that's kind of you to say. [whether he wants it to be or not. honestly, she's not sure how he wants to be seen anymore: big, bad Guzma has more than a few softer edges than she'd realized before.]
Were I to be able to dictate much of anything about fate or this world? I'd say it could all stay connected. So if I were to ever go back... I could still remember it all.
[she fixes her gaze back on him -- easier to do, now with him looking elsewhere. she takes account of his expression, trying to cement it in mind next to those words he'd said.
going back...forgetting. she actually dreads it. she knows she wouldn't shirk her responsibilities, of course, because...she'd have had nothing like this to recall to make her want to. the Lucina she is now...will never be the one to go back and take arms against the fell dragon. would she have the resolve to? maybe. but in doing so...she'd still remember all the things of this world. she'd miss it.
she briefly wonders if she'd miss him, too.]
In any case, [she looks back to the full, lazy lumps splaying out all over the place.] I hope you weren't expecting them to do much at all. I seem to have knocked them all out...