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Caspar tried to keep a calm composure, as he was completely miffed a little by the candor of Sylvain’s response. He was determined to get a straight answer out this man, so hopefully this no non-sense attitude continued,
“At least you’re able to read the room, so now I don’t have to bullshit you anymore. I was never good at the diplomatic ass kissing crap.” He crossed his arms and stood up a bit straighter, not that it made him look much bigger but it did show off his muscles and conveyed seriousness.
Caspar grimanced and continued, “You fought well on the battle field, even almost had me convinced you’re really are fighting for the Empire’s will. I’m not sure what game you are playing here, but I would watch your back if I were you. Hubert is not one to be crossed and betraying Edelgard or harming our soldiers will get you on his bad side; he even scares the hardest soldiers I know. I also love my friends and worry about them too, so the goddess will not help you if you are why they come into harms way. You might have fooled Edelgard, because she’s a softy for those harmed by the throne and Dimitri, but I don’t buy the whole renegade pretty boy act. If you aren’t a spy, then why would your loyalty not stay in Fargus when push comes to shove against a former ally. Also, being raised in luxury as a best friend of the king has it perks, why give that up? No noble with that kind of power would throw his whole life away to tear down the system that played so well to your favor. I might not know much about you outside of your friends and lecherous history, but it all just makes it hard for even me to trust you. Just know that I don’t wish any ill will on you and if you’re not serious about the empires will then you made a big mistake buddy! I would also look over your shoulder for Hubert when you can.”
Caspar so did not practice in his head all day till now, but it was done. If Sylvain got himself hurt because he crossed Hubert or double crossed his friends, then its his cross to bear. Caspar warned him and with that his conscience and intention’s couldn’t be any more clear. With the last breath of his little tirade, Caspar waited for Sylvain’s response but was considering leaving since his peace was said.
One thing that Sylvain was easily able to pick up on was when people were faking around him. He was a master in hiding himself, keeping his true intentions hidden from even his closest friends, which was why it didn’t come as any surprise to him that Caspar wasn’t all smiles and laughs, regardless of how kind and friendly he tried to appear. He wasn’t one to underestimate appearances because if being a noble taught him anything, it was that everyone lied and no one acted like who they truly were.
He was actually a little grateful when Caspar dropped his act, when he started telling him how he truly felt about him coming to the Black Eagles. He knew that leaving the Blue Lions had been hard not only on him but everyone else that he grew up with as well. He would be lying if he said that he had been able to completely cut dies with Ingrid, Dimitri, and Felix without any feelings at all. His thoughts wondered to them, worried about if they were doing okay, but he couldn’t continue to fight for a system that he didn’t believe in. He wanted nothing more than to dismantle the crest system, to see change happened, and he knew that wasn’t going to happen with Dimitri, who was the husk of the person he used to be.
He let out a laugh, but there was no joy behind it. His laughter came across slightly bitter and a little dark as he looked over at Caspar as he listened to his onslaught of words. “Growing up the only Gautier with a crest meant I had to learn how to fake niceties. Real easy to figure out when people are doing the same, it was apparent from the moment I met you that you were never good at saving face. Wouldn’t expect you to get into diplomacy to begin with, don’t know why anyone would.”
Sylvain shrugged, leaning back against the wall as he let some of his normal mask slip, allowing his darker, more cynical side slip out. “What else would I be fighting for then if not for the Empire’s will? Doesn’t really matter to me what you think about me anyways. I have my reasons for fighting for Edelgard and I’m pretty sure my lance skills on the field should have been enough proof for you.” He felt his body tense and seize up the moment that Caspar mentioned growing up as a noble as well as Faerghus. “You don’t know anything!” His voice got slightly lower, with a hard edge to it as he glared at the other. “You have no idea what I had to go through growing up as the son of a noble. Real easy to assume I had everything handed to me just because my dad was rich.” There was far to much that he had to deal with growing up between his father only paying attention to him when he acted like a proper heir and having to deal with Miklan trying to kill him or beating him up but never allowing anyone to know what was happening.
Those were all the burdens that he had to bare but were also the reasons that drove him to want to dismantle the crest system. He knew that he grew up with privilege and didn’t have to struggle for food like Ingrid had to, but he wished that the crest system had never been invented. It was only ever used to classify and divide people and while he didn’t agree with Edelgard’s methods of going about this, she was the only one who was trying to make systemic changes.
“My word doesn’t mean anything to you and I’m not dumb enough to think this conversation will change anything, but I have no intention of getting on Hubert’s bad side or going against Edelgard. Didn’t think having extra fire power on Edelgard’s team would get you this bent out of shape, gotta admit, it’s cute seeing you this worked up.” He mused with a wink, the dark look still swimming in his eyes, but his mask slowly starting to slip into place, making sure that Caspar wouldn’t get to close or learn too much.
















