❝ El-- ❞ The flame emperor -- cause of war , bringer of apocalypse . Claude didn’t want to believe it . It was crazy to think she would be the reason all of Fodlan came crashing down upon itself -- to be honest , he was scared of her . She used to be the world to him and their little affair was . . . something special to him . But there’s no point to lamenting about the past , even if his heart ached ever so slightly .
❝ It’s been long-- and you’ve changed, ❞ A pause , glancing over Edelgard’s new attire , crown and her face . She looked pretty , he’d give her that . . . but he won’t admit it ( even to himself )
❝ but for the worst . I guess nothing can save you now from this ideology of yours ... ❞
> Are you gonna lose your shit? No. What is there left to lose, after all?
So after all that shit, after practically begging you not to ditch him, Moonie’s decided he doesn’t want you in his life anymore. For Aria’s benefit? Not even his own apparently. When she hadn’t even said anything about it to him according to him. You won’t even argue. Why bother? You already told him he’d be better off without you in his life, he’s just proving you right. And besides, maybe he’s lying. Maybe it’s an excuse because he just changed his mind. He doesn’t need to explain shit to you. Just because you got some sort of stupid crush on him and hoped for once something would would out.
You’d hoped Aria could help you ‘get better’. Like she said she would try to.
She lied.
You’d hoped Moonie would stick around, because he ‘needed’ you. He said so, didn’t he?
He... lied?
You were starting to think that things we going okay, perhaps. Either that or they were about to go up in fucking flames. B.C obviously isn’t interested in you like that, you haven’t heard from Furii in too long, everyone else you’ve gotten close to lately seems too preoccupied with their own lives to remember you exist, unless you make yourself known to them. But it’s all fine. It’s how it’s supposed to be.
You’re a stand-in.
That’s how it’s always been, and how it always will be.
You're numb.
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The sound of crashing overpowers the speaker system, the vague muffled voices of the lawkeepers of this district telling your client to get down off the roof. They’re of course too busy blasting everything they can get their self-entitled sights on to even acknowledge them though.
It takes you less than a minute to get up there, a combination of your powers and sweeps of ingrained experience at dodging, even if you’ve primarily forgotten it. You reach out as you launch yourself at them, take their face in your hands, and they press the barrel of their gun into your stomach. You stare into their eyes, pressing your forehead against theirs. You hum at them, stroking your fingers against their cheek. You see their finger twitch against the trigger, and you lean your head against theirs more forcefully.
They promptly drop the weapon.
Just another semi-successful job. Yes, you stopped them killing more innocent people just because they were ‘a bit upset’.
But people died... Not that there was any way you could’ve prevented it.
How they could just wave their hand and end people’s lives on a whim. You hated people like that, but here you are. Accommodating it. Excusing it.
You feel sick.
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You sit on the floor, watching the seconds count down on the timer you set on your phone for Des.
Forty Four minutes...
Forty minutes...
Thirty two minutes...
You’ll message him and see how he’s doing anyway. You want to talk to him.
