It was a hope of a son to his father. There is nothing foolish of it. Even if, in the end, he may not have seen you the way you saw him.
[ It is a lost to Thordan in her mind. If he could not see the sort of man his son he dismissed had become? Then he did not deserve Aymeric to call him father at all. However, it is not something she shares out loud. Especially as she and her sister were the one who, in the end, killed his father. He was a threat to the world and Ishgard herself... but that does not change the fact that, in the end, Aymeric's father no longer walks the world because of her. ]
There will always be some threat. I merely hope that the Ascians will not be that threat much longer.
[ There is an edge of tiredness that touches her voice in that statement. Not that she will let it bother her in this moment. For now, it is only the two of them, and she would rather not think of Ascians, their plots, and the Scions attempting to foil them day after day.
Her hand reaches up to remove the broach encased in gem that sits at the base of her neck. It hangs off of one side, but it allows for the fabric to be pushed to the side for him. Her head tilts back to give him more space to explore. The other hand curls back into his hair. ]
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[ It is a lost to Thordan in her mind. If he could not see the sort of man his son he dismissed had become? Then he did not deserve Aymeric to call him father at all. However, it is not something she shares out loud. Especially as she and her sister were the one who, in the end, killed his father. He was a threat to the world and Ishgard herself... but that does not change the fact that, in the end, Aymeric's father no longer walks the world because of her. ]
There will always be some threat. I merely hope that the Ascians will not be that threat much longer.
[ There is an edge of tiredness that touches her voice in that statement. Not that she will let it bother her in this moment. For now, it is only the two of them, and she would rather not think of Ascians, their plots, and the Scions attempting to foil them day after day.
Her hand reaches up to remove the broach encased in gem that sits at the base of her neck. It hangs off of one side, but it allows for the fabric to be pushed to the side for him. Her head tilts back to give him more space to explore. The other hand curls back into his hair. ]