(There sure are some interesting parallels here, aren't there? Both Seteth and Claude flee by wyvern, both flee towards deserts, and both Seteth and Flayn put their fates in the hands of two tacticians. And yet, their paths couldn't be more different.
Fodlan is Fodlan, no matter who rules it but he has no doubt that when they return next, Fodlan will be different. His dream and Edelgard's dream weren't too far removed. He'd realized that when he read her manifesto five years ago and in his heart, he regrets not being able to reach out to her. Could they have worked together? Would things have been different? Now, they'll never know. He can only trust in Edelgard now to make his dream come true in Fodlan while he returns to Almyra to claim what is his and do the same.
He's careful when he flies, keeping his arms protectively around her as he guides Badira through the night. He can't help but lean forward some, feeling his injuries from Gronder act up again when he holds himself upright too long. It's easy to play it off as just keeping Flayn secure but the truth is... it still hurts.
Rather than focus on what's being left behind and what he carries with him though, he begins to explain,)
It's a three-day journey to the city. We'll break at noon and again before dark today. (With one hand, he strokes the wyvern's scales. Like him, she's still recovering from previous battles and needs to rest during the journey.) We're in for a smooth journey so go ahead and rest.
(No one would dare try to strike them down here. Striking a white wyvern would be like daring to bring down the moon. One would have to be bold or foolish.)
When we get there... it won't be easy. I can't even promise it'll be completely safe. (Life in the palace wasn't exactly gold and roses. It was cutthroat and sneaky and unlike in Fodlan where the nobles were content to just tear one down with words and tricks, the lords and ladies of Almyra would not hesitate to use their strength against others.) But we'll live.
(He's a survivor and Flayn is too. And as long as they're alive, things will get better. Time will heal.)
... I'm sure you have questions.
(About what lies ahead. Below them, the land is still mountains and forest. It's no longer Fodlan but borders aren't neat and perfect things. The land blurs and still looks the same for now. It's almost as if they're still home and it won't be for several hours until the forests begin to shrink, the trees growing lower and more sparse, and they eventually find themselves faced with what looks like endless desert. )
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Fodlan is Fodlan, no matter who rules it but he has no doubt that when they return next, Fodlan will be different. His dream and Edelgard's dream weren't too far removed. He'd realized that when he read her manifesto five years ago and in his heart, he regrets not being able to reach out to her. Could they have worked together? Would things have been different? Now, they'll never know. He can only trust in Edelgard now to make his dream come true in Fodlan while he returns to Almyra to claim what is his and do the same.
He's careful when he flies, keeping his arms protectively around her as he guides Badira through the night. He can't help but lean forward some, feeling his injuries from Gronder act up again when he holds himself upright too long. It's easy to play it off as just keeping Flayn secure but the truth is... it still hurts.
Rather than focus on what's being left behind and what he carries with him though, he begins to explain,)
It's a three-day journey to the city. We'll break at noon and again before dark today. (With one hand, he strokes the wyvern's scales. Like him, she's still recovering from previous battles and needs to rest during the journey.) We're in for a smooth journey so go ahead and rest.
(No one would dare try to strike them down here. Striking a white wyvern would be like daring to bring down the moon. One would have to be bold or foolish.)
When we get there... it won't be easy. I can't even promise it'll be completely safe. (Life in the palace wasn't exactly gold and roses. It was cutthroat and sneaky and unlike in Fodlan where the nobles were content to just tear one down with words and tricks, the lords and ladies of Almyra would not hesitate to use their strength against others.) But we'll live.
(He's a survivor and Flayn is too. And as long as they're alive, things will get better. Time will heal.)
... I'm sure you have questions.
(About what lies ahead. Below them, the land is still mountains and forest. It's no longer Fodlan but borders aren't neat and perfect things. The land blurs and still looks the same for now. It's almost as if they're still home and it won't be for several hours until the forests begin to shrink, the trees growing lower and more sparse, and they eventually find themselves faced with what looks like endless desert. )