[...normally, Hubert never had an issue watching others cry. Sympathy or empathy at best. Today, he sucks in a quiet breath and closes his own eyes.]
[A return to their worlds wasn't the same as death, even if the Bond tried to make it seem so. But from their perspective, this unbridgeable separation might as well have been. He'd watched Edelgard die twice—once literally—and return from both... was it selfish to wish for her return? Hadn't his entire goal been to return them to Fódlan, where their dawn was beginning?]
[When he opens his eyes to find teary Leslie staring up at him, Hubert's hands tighten behind his back again. Did Edelgard ever tell the girl about her Crests-borne health? Would her vampirism remain and protect her from that looming mortality?]
Of course. I've met none other more competent than Lady Edelgard. The war may be over, and though her challenges are not, she will be surrounded by many able to support and protect her.
[But not me follows the words sharply in his thoughts, his gloves creaking quietly. The continental war was done, but his against the shadows hadn't started, and the most he could do was hope someone would take it up in his stead. Leslie didn't need to know that.]
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[A return to their worlds wasn't the same as death, even if the Bond tried to make it seem so. But from their perspective, this unbridgeable separation might as well have been. He'd watched Edelgard die twice—once literally—and return from both... was it selfish to wish for her return? Hadn't his entire goal been to return them to Fódlan, where their dawn was beginning?]
[When he opens his eyes to find teary Leslie staring up at him, Hubert's hands tighten behind his back again. Did Edelgard ever tell the girl about her Crests-borne health? Would her vampirism remain and protect her from that looming mortality?]
Of course. I've met none other more competent than Lady Edelgard. The war may be over, and though her challenges are not, she will be surrounded by many able to support and protect her.
[But not me follows the words sharply in his thoughts, his gloves creaking quietly. The continental war was done, but his against the shadows hadn't started, and the most he could do was hope someone would take it up in his stead. Leslie didn't need to know that.]