[ Would Aymeric have had to struggle so much with his past if he did not confront his father? She wonders it from time to time; a thought that comes whenever her mind decides to reflect on the time through the Vault. The part of her that simply wishes to heal and mend those around her still laments being unable to aid Aymeric more in the time following his capture. That same part wishes she might find a way to cure all that ails his heart in regards to the father that would never love him. She cannot, of course, which at those times makes her wonder what use of a healer she is to him. ]
I believe he would wish to guide us from a path that the Allagans works follow. Or, at least, that is my guess. The Crystal Tower was supposed to be a beacon of hope to mankind, and instead was used to create the Fourth Umbral Calamity. It is something I should make a note to study more...
[ Her fingers curled around his give a strong squeeze then; her gaze remaining drifted to the side. Perhaps it ahs become obvious there is a sense of insecurity or shortcoming in terms of the mantle of Warrior of Light. Or, ar least, when compared to her sister. K'thisru is everything that Alkaid would believe a Warrior of Light ought to be. Always ready to bite at the heels of adventure, ready to go and so the biddings of heads-of-states or the Scions with no aphrension or resentment.
Perhaps that is why she would prefer to remain in Ishgard or Gridania. They are places she might yet be herself and not simply the Warrior of Light.
She would not have him worry over her silence. Her hand shifts to hold onto his properly instead of simply their fingers. ]
Even if you had eyes for her, I very much doubt she would have noticed. [ Still, she is uncertain what of her presence would make her stand out compared to Alphinaud's wit at politics and her sister's readiness to do what is asked of her.
Then, her gaze softens as she feels water prick the corner of her eyes. He need not see her cry again; the proposal was a unique cicrumstance. ] I know that I... lack many of the strengths my sister has--strengths that might benefit a leader in any form more than a healer might. I know that I certainly lack her ability to share my mind and feelings so candidly.
[ Her eyes finally move back to him. ] But, Aymeric, please know that I do love you. More than I might ever be able to express. I should have said so and not written it...
[ Of course, she knows she has said it in some form before. The night after the illbegotten conference was when she had said it without realizing at first. Her mind had been so focused on providing comfort--in both ways--that she hadn't realized it until the next morning. Still, it was far from a proper declaration. ]
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I believe he would wish to guide us from a path that the Allagans works follow. Or, at least, that is my guess. The Crystal Tower was supposed to be a beacon of hope to mankind, and instead was used to create the Fourth Umbral Calamity. It is something I should make a note to study more...
[ Her fingers curled around his give a strong squeeze then; her gaze remaining drifted to the side. Perhaps it ahs become obvious there is a sense of insecurity or shortcoming in terms of the mantle of Warrior of Light. Or, ar least, when compared to her sister. K'thisru is everything that Alkaid would believe a Warrior of Light ought to be. Always ready to bite at the heels of adventure, ready to go and so the biddings of heads-of-states or the Scions with no aphrension or resentment.
Perhaps that is why she would prefer to remain in Ishgard or Gridania. They are places she might yet be herself and not simply the Warrior of Light.
She would not have him worry over her silence. Her hand shifts to hold onto his properly instead of simply their fingers. ]
Even if you had eyes for her, I very much doubt she would have noticed. [ Still, she is uncertain what of her presence would make her stand out compared to Alphinaud's wit at politics and her sister's readiness to do what is asked of her.
Then, her gaze softens as she feels water prick the corner of her eyes. He need not see her cry again; the proposal was a unique cicrumstance. ] I know that I... lack many of the strengths my sister has--strengths that might benefit a leader in any form more than a healer might. I know that I certainly lack her ability to share my mind and feelings so candidly.
[ Her eyes finally move back to him. ] But, Aymeric, please know that I do love you. More than I might ever be able to express. I should have said so and not written it...
[ Of course, she knows she has said it in some form before. The night after the illbegotten conference was when she had said it without realizing at first. Her mind had been so focused on providing comfort--in both ways--that she hadn't realized it until the next morning. Still, it was far from a proper declaration. ]