[ The parallels between their lives are once again laid out bare for her on a platter reminding her how fortunate she was to never grapple with a bitter sibling or parents who cared for a child with a Crest. Holst had fulfilled everything they wanted and more without her ever needing to lift a finger and for that she would always be grateful for her family. It gave her the upbringing she had, cushioned from the harsh realities that lay outside of Goneril's borders.
Standing where she is, having never walked in Miklan's shoes, it's easy for her to say that there were other choices available for Miklan that didn't result in his transformation into a Demonic Beast. But even she's aware how ignorant that sounds so she zips her mouth shut. Crests weren't taken lightly in most of Fodlan; her family had simply been an outlier and even all her ignorant bliss can't shield her from that. But for Sylvain's father to carelessly toss aside his own son for that - a part of her still can't fathom that just like she can't fathom how a sibling could have so much hate for another sibling to the point where they would toss them down a well to drown and die when they hadn't asked for the hand they had been dealt. The context makes sense but she still doesn't say anything knowing that isn't her story to tell.
What also doesn't go unnoticed however is the fact that he ratlles all of this off with a sense of detachment. Her teeth worry her lower lip. ]
But you didn't steal them. You know that, right? You just happened to be born with one and that isn't your fault. Miklan was wrong for taking it out on you and your father...he shouldn't have encouraged that. How he acted towards Miklan shouldn't have happened in the first place but he should have protected you too.
[ Or maybe, a snide voice thinks, that's her wishful thinking and she's proven herself right once again that she'll never be able to understand the things Sylvain has gone through. ]
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Standing where she is, having never walked in Miklan's shoes, it's easy for her to say that there were other choices available for Miklan that didn't result in his transformation into a Demonic Beast. But even she's aware how ignorant that sounds so she zips her mouth shut. Crests weren't taken lightly in most of Fodlan; her family had simply been an outlier and even all her ignorant bliss can't shield her from that. But for Sylvain's father to carelessly toss aside his own son for that - a part of her still can't fathom that just like she can't fathom how a sibling could have so much hate for another sibling to the point where they would toss them down a well to drown and die when they hadn't asked for the hand they had been dealt. The context makes sense but she still doesn't say anything knowing that isn't her story to tell.
What also doesn't go unnoticed however is the fact that he ratlles all of this off with a sense of detachment. Her teeth worry her lower lip. ]
But you didn't steal them. You know that, right? You just happened to be born with one and that isn't your fault. Miklan was wrong for taking it out on you and your father...he shouldn't have encouraged that. How he acted towards Miklan shouldn't have happened in the first place but he should have protected you too.
[ Or maybe, a snide voice thinks, that's her wishful thinking and she's proven herself right once again that she'll never be able to understand the things Sylvain has gone through. ]