[ Sylvain’s reply is quiet, because he’s well aware. Had been well as the weeks started leading up to this. A year, and they were still dealing with the aftermath, the loss. The cost of it all.
He knows what Claude means, because it had occurred to him, too, as they carried these missives to still-grieving families here. The homes of people who had not been so fortunate as them, to make it out of that nightmare. To return to their loved ones and families and homes.
Sylvain knew exactly how lucky he and so many of the other Summoned were. As far as he knew, every single one of them had made it out, one way or another. The commoners and natives of this world, however? Few of them had been so lucky. Were he in their shoes, he’d resent them, too.
But for now, all he can do is wrap his arm around Claude’s shoulder and tug him down the street, away from this house and on to the next. The last, if they were lucky. ]
And for what it’s worth, I don’t think they’d be happy to see anyone delivering these letters. These families likely already knew the truth, when their missing person never came home. This… it’s a grim sort of closure, but it is still closure. [ Still, he sighs, as he glances around at the buildings, most of them here rebuilt, or still showing signs and wounds of that deadly attack. ] It’s just especially hard doing this in Libertas. They’ve already suffered so much, besides this.
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[ Sylvain’s reply is quiet, because he’s well aware. Had been well as the weeks started leading up to this. A year, and they were still dealing with the aftermath, the loss. The cost of it all.
He knows what Claude means, because it had occurred to him, too, as they carried these missives to still-grieving families here. The homes of people who had not been so fortunate as them, to make it out of that nightmare. To return to their loved ones and families and homes.
Sylvain knew exactly how lucky he and so many of the other Summoned were. As far as he knew, every single one of them had made it out, one way or another. The commoners and natives of this world, however? Few of them had been so lucky. Were he in their shoes, he’d resent them, too.
But for now, all he can do is wrap his arm around Claude’s shoulder and tug him down the street, away from this house and on to the next. The last, if they were lucky. ]
And for what it’s worth, I don’t think they’d be happy to see anyone delivering these letters. These families likely already knew the truth, when their missing person never came home. This… it’s a grim sort of closure, but it is still closure. [ Still, he sighs, as he glances around at the buildings, most of them here rebuilt, or still showing signs and wounds of that deadly attack. ] It’s just especially hard doing this in Libertas. They’ve already suffered so much, besides this.