❝ you really weren’t kidding. ❞
dorothea stares at the large gaping hole sitting at what was supposed to be an unassuming wall, with some debris still lying in the grass. it looks as if someone had punched through it and decided to leave it like this for whichever souls wishing to make the descent. even more ridiculous is how no one, not a single member of the church, has mended the wall nor polished the entrance. did they really want to leave an opening there, or was this simply how they felt about those in the abyss? dorothea turns her head to edelgard, holding out her hand for her.
❝ well, edie? shall we make the deep descent into darkness? ❞ she offers a comforting smile, regardless of whether edelgard’s nerves are running amok as dorothea assumes.
can we call this a date? @dreyari