(He is a schemer but there's always been more to him than that. There's always more if you're willing to give someone a chance and really get to know them. And well... most people don't try.
He's lit up, something still welling inside him and spilling from his lips. )
And you will.
(He says it certainly, with absolution. This is a promise and something what the other nobles might call a goal or a vision; the sort of thing every noble should have to better the lives of those under them. He isn't the only noble at Garreg Mach with a vision. Dimitri has one. Edelgard, too. He can see it in the way they regard each other every time they meet. What that vision is? He isn't sure and he doesn't know if he'll ever really know depending on the paths they take but...
... It might be nice, he thinks, if they could work together.)
You'll see. Everyone will. It won't happen overnight or even in a few... but just look at Garreg Mach. Nobles are taking classes with commoners. You took classes with a princess from Brigid! The Blue Lions have someone from Duscur. Cyril's from Almyra and he's been studying with us for the last couple of months.
Look at us. (An Almyran and a Fodlander.) An heir and a singer, talking about books and music together. We wouldn't be here if we didn't give each other a chance.
(If they hadn't reached out to each other at the dance. Ah, he's beginning to calm down now that the tide of words and emotions has come and gone. Everything seems to catch up and he closes his mouth and looks back at the book in his lap. No, he definitely didn't see the way Dorothea was looking at him. She was really listening, wasn't she? For just a moment... she'd really seen him.
(And if he's honest, that's frightening.)
Calmer,)
I still have a lot to learn. I need to become stronger... and I need to meet more people... but soon, we'll leave Garreg Mach. (They'll graduate. Their time at Garreg Mach is almost over. ) I'll go back to Leicester and I'll make it happen.
(And he looks up again, grinning that trademark smile of his,)
You should come to see me some time. Get a front-row seat to everything.
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He's lit up, something still welling inside him and spilling from his lips. )
And you will.
(He says it certainly, with absolution. This is a promise and something what the other nobles might call a goal or a vision; the sort of thing every noble should have to better the lives of those under them. He isn't the only noble at Garreg Mach with a vision. Dimitri has one. Edelgard, too. He can see it in the way they regard each other every time they meet. What that vision is? He isn't sure and he doesn't know if he'll ever really know depending on the paths they take but...
... It might be nice, he thinks, if they could work together.)
You'll see. Everyone will. It won't happen overnight or even in a few... but just look at Garreg Mach. Nobles are taking classes with commoners. You took classes with a princess from Brigid! The Blue Lions have someone from Duscur. Cyril's from Almyra and he's been studying with us for the last couple of months.
Look at us. (An Almyran and a Fodlander.) An heir and a singer, talking about books and music together. We wouldn't be here if we didn't give each other a chance.
(If they hadn't reached out to each other at the dance. Ah, he's beginning to calm down now that the tide of words and emotions has come and gone. Everything seems to catch up and he closes his mouth and looks back at the book in his lap. No, he definitely didn't see the way Dorothea was looking at him. She was really listening, wasn't she? For just a moment... she'd really seen him.
(And if he's honest, that's frightening.)
Calmer,)
I still have a lot to learn. I need to become stronger... and I need to meet more people... but soon, we'll leave Garreg Mach. (They'll graduate. Their time at Garreg Mach is almost over. ) I'll go back to Leicester and I'll make it happen.
(And he looks up again, grinning that trademark smile of his,)
You should come to see me some time. Get a front-row seat to everything.