@hamartio said : "you earn nothing from saving a ghost, you fool," blaiddyd's tone is hoarse, low, underlain with hurt as he moves towards his side on the infirmary bed, ignoring the way his wounds strain under the movement. he had been badly injured in his reckless assault against imperial troops—the fact he had been saved at all was nothing short of a miracle. sole eye remains fixed on nothing, expression hollow. "if i died there, i would have joined them—they would no longer haunt me."
do benevolent gods dream of delivering them from the world's innate horrors ? do they desire to rescue them from the cruel passage of time that has led them to a time of war, where all have been divided with different goals ? hah, perish the thought. if such gods existed, peace's veil would not be a veil but a bonafide flower that is nurtured by the people of fodlan, it would bloom into some grand thing that could protect this continent from the horrors of war, free it from this endless hell of an uphill battle. /// so close, so damn close, his dream ——— unification through tearing down such barriers that kept people away from one another, facilitating a new dawn where all could prosper & be freed from the harsh judgement of others. no, his dream is not dead ; it has been stalled, it has been stalled & even if the gods shall not bestow unto him the gift to rectify the mistakes of old comrade, he shall fall back upon the hands of fate to be granted the tools that shall allow him to carve this new future. this new future. with him at his side, everything shall be all right. right ?
❛ yet dying in the name of madness wouldn't yield anything either, your highness. ❜ deliberate in his approach, perhaps stinging more than he intended with his words. claude pauses. albeit benevolent gods cannot ever wish to deliver them from mankind's own foolishness, an inevitable truth must be accepted : it is naught but a miracle that old friend still lives. had they not been fast enough, had they not rushed to his aid when he needed it most, surely death's cold embrace would've been wrapped neatly 'round dimitri. relief is still evident on his visage, even when attempting to don an impassive mask that would dare not reveal too much to one who is still recovering. no matter what happens, claude shall remain by dimitri's side 'till he is fully healed. ❛ i'm not one to let my allies needlessly die on the battlefield ; like it or not ... ❜ ah, there it is, relaxed smile curves at his lips, cheeky in nature but never malevolent. somewhere, within this leader, a hint of innocence & youth remained, even in war's cacophonous melody. don't give up, dimitri. ❛ you're one of them. not a ghost. so long as you're breathing, you're very much alive in my eyes. ❜ even then, he still recognizes the distinction in being alive & living. he endeavors to help dimitri lean towards the latter.
