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brokenboar

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From:

brokenboar

[his brain: so what you're saying is I'M RIGHT]

So you do mean to kill me!

From:

flamecursed

No I do not! And especially not in a way that lands me on the dirty floor!

From:

brokenboar

[he sneers,]

The floor? This place is practically pristine.

[the tiles are nice and cool! and he's not sleeping in mud! by all accounts he's moving up in life!]

From:

flamecursed

I've always enjoyed debating you, but perhaps not on the matter of floor cleanliness.

From:

brokenboar

[she enjoyed it...?]

Of all the things to lie about. There's no point in lauding those arguments.

Edited Date: 2025-12-18 07:01 am (UTC)

From:

flamecursed

Why would I lie? They told me that you had a sharp mind, and a strong heart. I learned the most of people when they would stand up for what they believed in.

And now here I am, arguing about our arguments.

From:

brokenboar

Because I know that's not what you really think!

You think I am a delusional lunatic. A weak-hearted man not fit to lead.

From:

flamecursed

You are delusional, but you are also quite intelligent. Perhaps that sharp mind was also a double-edged sword.

[ starting there. that's the easier one. ]

From:

brokenboar

[he scoffs,]

Do not flatter. You mistook a lack of arrogance for intellect. There was never anything special about my mind, save for its persistence.

From:

flamecursed

I am not trying to flatter you.

From:

brokenboar

Then stop mincing words.

From:

flamecursed

[ she's starting to get up now, though her previously-stabbed leg wobbles as she puts her weight on it.

men. MEN. STUBBORN MEN. ]

I am speaking plainly, you're just refusing to hear me. Persistent indeed.

From:

brokenboar

One may speak plain and still obfuscate.

Even back at the academy, you thought me naive, and my strategies transparent. All that time evaluating everyone... did you not think I watched you also?

From:

flamecursed

[ a small frown. ]

And what did you see?

From:

brokenboar

[there is an uncharacteristic pause. a crinkling sound, as a can of beans is crushed in his hand.]

A girl who had closed off her heart... whose every word would break mine if I did not hide it.

From:

flamecursed

[ a hand hovers at her side momentarily, before dropping back. ]

I do wish that I had remembered. Even if it had changed nothing in the end.

From:

brokenboar

[bitterly,]

You would wish such things, and still think yourself not cruel?

From:

flamecursed

When I kissed you, I knew that I had to be.

[ it's you who isn't cruel! ]

From:

brokenboar

[quietly,]

Do not speak of that.

From:

flamecursed

[ she does not like being told what not to talk about but. she will grant him this small mercy. ]

Then I'll say this instead. You and your gift to me were the only reason I survived my return to the empire.

[ to which she imagines he will take as a THEN I SHOULD HAVE LET YOU DIE moment. ]

From:

brokenboar

[it's tempting. but his tempestuous mood is as black bile instead of fire right now, and he spits his words out as though they were poison instead.]

Am I to feel glad about that? That it was an act of kindness, done without thought, that doomed all I love?

From:

flamecursed

No, because that was my fault, not yours.

From:

brokenboar

[he scoffs, seemingly incapable of taking any alm provided that could let him hate himself less.]

I doomed them regardless. Faerghus is as good as gone.

From:

flamecursed

You're hardly alone in that blame, then. I know my actions have had dire consequences, and I know better than anyone else that there was always a dark party weaving their machinations behind the scenes.

From:

brokenboar

[a dark party... memories of the incidents every month at Garreg Mach float into his thoughts again. dark figures, almost inhuman, capable of the cruelest of tragedies...

She is trying to distract you. To divert blame from her sins.

You saw it clearly, the Flame Emperor consorting with those monsters!

She lies! Do not be so weak as to fall for it!

his breathing comes in unsteadily again, and his tone grows paranoid.]

Those were your people. They answered to you.