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floops!! what about claude and robin? i have been having thoughts over them vghgf

"No kidding! You really just woke up in a field, no memory or anything, and you were just? Allowed to join the Shepherds?" Claude's surprise was apparent in just his tone, though Robin could tell there was something lingering just underneath. Not quite bitterness, not quite sorrow...something in between.

"I did have to prove myself, sure,” Robin began, keeping their tone neutral. “But once I showed I didn’t mean any harm, I’ve been treated as one of the Shepherds ever since. I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

“And they didn’t...look at you oddly? Treat you differently? Just because you were from a different nation?” Robin tried not to think too hard about the implications behind that question.

“Sure, there were some that would always be suspicious of me,” a certain Great Knight in particular, “but in the end, they weren’t the ones that mattered. I’m not going to hide who I am or where I’m from just because someone doesn’t like who I am.”

“But isn’t that dangerous?”

“Of course it is. And I’m not saying it’s our responsibility to make those people see why they’re wrong. But what we can do is find those that accept us, and with their help, try to make the world better for everyone involved. Somewhere we don’t have to hide the parts of ourselves or our heritages that people deem unsavory.” Robin paused, looking over to Claude. He had gone silent, with a thoughtful look on his face, before a cheeky grin appeared.

“I didn’t take you to be someone so idealistic,” Claude said, a hint of relief to his tone. “But I’d like to see it someday.”

Robin smiled. “Knowing you? I’m sure you’ll find a way.”

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Lucina and Dimitri? I like to imagine how they’d interact

The two heirs sat together, a lull between the battles affording them a little bit of peace. Though a heavy silence hung in the air, it wasn't an awkward one; rather, it was a silence born of heavy weights being shared.

I lost my father. So did I.

My father died to protect me. My father died, betrayed by the one he trusted most.

They differed in many ways, certainly. But aside from the obvious, there was one another thing they had in common, Dimitri noted.

They each swore to avenge their fathers' untimely deaths. One way or another.

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for writing, how about Dimitri for a character? :o

either that or your au ra WoL!

Night had fallen over the city of Ishgard, the moon rising high over the city as snow continued to fall. It was a quiet night - at least, for the most part.

The soft, serene music of a flute being played rang out over the Last Vigil. The source? None other than the Warrior of Light himself.

Rekrito lost himself in his flute playing, focusing on playing his piece. There was the occasional onlooker, night owls who had yet to turn into bed - but most knew to not disturb him. The least they could do was afford him the illusion of privacy.

After all, the song he was playing was a requiem, meant for one and one alone.