[ Enhanced can mean many things, though after what Claude has told him about Lysithea, he supposes he can't be too surprised Hilda's mind goes towards the most obvious interpretation. She isn't wrong.
He pauses, then finishes picking up the crate, now empty of paper stars. ] It's what it is. We've all been through shit.
[ At least he survived his. Others were not so fortunate. He doesn't like to think of what could be; time does not turn back, and he no longer knows what the answer is regardless. Of what he would have been. A druid, like Visenna? A foolish young man, running off to find adventure and knighthood like he'd dreamed of as a child?
What paths he could have taken, they died along with the boy he'd once been. ]
Didn't grant me soft hands, though, so you've some work in your future. Where to?
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He pauses, then finishes picking up the crate, now empty of paper stars. ] It's what it is. We've all been through shit.
[ At least he survived his. Others were not so fortunate. He doesn't like to think of what could be; time does not turn back, and he no longer knows what the answer is regardless. Of what he would have been. A druid, like Visenna? A foolish young man, running off to find adventure and knighthood like he'd dreamed of as a child?
What paths he could have taken, they died along with the boy he'd once been. ]
Didn't grant me soft hands, though, so you've some work in your future. Where to?