A place truly weathered by time’s merciless side. Or rather put the calamitous events of five years ago. He still remembers vividly each instant, each fall, each rise, and every possible maneuver he could have done playing like wild fire in his mind at a nanosecond too late. For all his master strategies, Claude had failed and it had cost both lives and valuable time on his own reasoning .
Furrowing his brows he thinks, ah but I guess I was younger then, but a voice sequestered deep within him utters, were you ever really young ?
❝ I can see how you’d feel that way. Especially you, Seteth. You’ve been here far longer than we students have . Though…I guess we’re more soldiers now than students .
But no matter how you look, Garreg Mach doesn’t look like it used to. How could it? After all that’s happened. All the more incentive for us to end this war for good. ❞ It had proved beneficial to merge the Church of Seiros with his own Leicester Alliance, the sovereign duke offering a half-smile laced in genuine sympathy, despite holding no real attachments to the place in a religious standpoint .
❝ It must have been hard. These five years. You and Flayn . ❞
he wasn’t exactly wrong. despite the monastery nearly turning these former students into walking weapons. his hand would rise, gently grazing the stone of one of the statues. pieces of it have already crumbled, fallen onto the floor -- left to ROT. his heart felt heavy, after rhea went missing, he felt a part of him left - though his purpose remained intact, he knew he had to find her. she had to be alive out there, but he couldn’t pin point why she remained in hiding for so long. was it to protect something? someone? only she had the answers.
his voice brought his mind back to reality. a heavy sigh breaking through his lips, as green hues found themselves closing in remembrance. ‘ admittedly, hiding from civilization is something we’re quite akin to. though, flayn despises it - she knows it was for our own protection. ‘ a pause, as irises reopened - creating eye - contact with the house leader. ‘ i can’t express my gratitude enough, for the leicester alliance. with the knights of seiros alone .. i doubt we could even survive one battle. ‘
his hand rose, placing itself against his pale cheek, his head tilting into his own hand. ‘ the goddess, sothis ... she bestows her protection to us all. but ... i can’t help but wonder a few things. ‘
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