Her thumb absently follows his, moving together. He really liked it, it seems, and that makes Kiran chuckle.
Oh no, they befriend me in a heartbeat, even if they don’t know me. They just won’t teach me how to fight, thinking it’s the best way to protect me.
She rolls her eyes slightly.
I wouldn’t need a bodyguard if I could.
Her other hand flicks at the hanging part of his hat, noticing it moving around in the wind. It’s so cute, and kind of makes him look like an elf. Maybe he was, but she doesn’t recall any records about such a thing.
I knew, but I also knew you pleaded for the dragon kid’s life. And besides, the maid Flora betrayed them almost in the exact same way and they still found it in their hearts to forgive her. I have no reason to be mad, and I’m not some goody two shoes anyways. You both-
She was going to say they both gave their lives against Garon in the end, but Zola might not know he was dead at all.
Can I ask you something? What is the last thing you remember before I summoned you?
Zola listened carefully to her, trying not to look at their hands too much. His cheeks were red enough like that, he must be looking very weird right now. He never felt shy, but he couldn’t help it.
“You can’t always protect the people you love. I learned that by myself years ago. I’d be more reassured to know you can defend yourself in situation where none of us can be there for you. Because it will happen.”
He let her play with the pompom at the end of his hat. He liked it as well, some people mocked him about it, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t anything special, really. It was making him a bit taller, but nothing else. He just liked the look of it.
When she asked the questions, he stopped eyes contact. He was happy she saw it this way. But Flora was Corrin’s friend. Of course people liked her, and cried her death. Zola wasn’t. They didn’t even remembered him when they met during the war. What a shame.
He looked down at their hands. The sight was reassuring. He needed that. It was bad for his heart, but he needed it. He traced his scar, going from his shoulder to his stomach.
“This is an axe injury. And the last person I saw with an axe was King Garon. We were in the Opera. I have no memory of what went wrong. My plan was to get Corrin back to their family. Nothing else. Why would he kill me?”
He couldn’t remember his last words. He couldn’t remember asking to be forgiven. Maybe it was better like that. He squeezed her hand a little and smiled.
“But if I’m dead, I’m glad to be there. This is not my war, but I swear I would die to protect you. You should go back to your family and friends in your world in one piece, don’t you think?”
