[ A smirk finds its way on his face at the annoyance in her tone. He will not say it, but he has missed their banter. The barbs with Aymeric and with Alphinaud are certainly that of family, but, there was a difference with the barbs thrown with Ysayle. They had not always been kind or meant to be simply barbs at one point. However, from his point of view, they had become more of an understanding nature. Friendly, even. As friendly as Estinien ever seems to be at the least. ]
You sought to bring peace. I sought to find a way to bring an end to the being that caused my pain and anger. A being, in the end, who was not different than I. [ Estinien shifts the lance fashioned in the essence of his old foe. One whom he shared a mind with. ] War has once again come to Ishgard. This time is not the fault of the Dravanians or the people of Ishgard herself.
[ His gaze catches her hand reaching out to him. He stills automatically, ice-steel eyes raising to the visage of the woman who ought to have passed proper to the aetheric sea. One who, he feels, has had far more in common with Alphinaud and Aymeric than he. ]
King Thordan and presumably his knights have returned to Ishgard. We've naught an idea of how many there are that remain from being tempered. It would seem the fear we had of the Archbishop are coming to pass. [ He pulls his gaze from her to look forward into the ocean once more. ] The Scions found a way to bloody cure tempering. A cure they administered to the man you knew as the Lord Commander of Ishgard. It remains to be seen how much of himself remains afterwards.
[ Then, he pauses. ]
For her sake, and the sake of her sister, I find myself hoping he will once again be himself.
[ Estinien sighs then. He would find it strange to open up to Ysayle in such a way, yet, they had numerous theological discussions before hand. To speak of events of a factorial manner is hardly strange in his mind. He had already resolved that he may once need to put his brother to the lance, or Aymeric put him to the sword. He remains resolved to keep that promise if he must. ]
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You sought to bring peace. I sought to find a way to bring an end to the being that caused my pain and anger. A being, in the end, who was not different than I. [ Estinien shifts the lance fashioned in the essence of his old foe. One whom he shared a mind with. ] War has once again come to Ishgard. This time is not the fault of the Dravanians or the people of Ishgard herself.
[ His gaze catches her hand reaching out to him. He stills automatically, ice-steel eyes raising to the visage of the woman who ought to have passed proper to the aetheric sea. One who, he feels, has had far more in common with Alphinaud and Aymeric than he. ]
King Thordan and presumably his knights have returned to Ishgard. We've naught an idea of how many there are that remain from being tempered. It would seem the fear we had of the Archbishop are coming to pass. [ He pulls his gaze from her to look forward into the ocean once more. ] The Scions found a way to bloody cure tempering. A cure they administered to the man you knew as the Lord Commander of Ishgard. It remains to be seen how much of himself remains afterwards.
[ Then, he pauses. ]
For her sake, and the sake of her sister, I find myself hoping he will once again be himself.
[ Estinien sighs then. He would find it strange to open up to Ysayle in such a way, yet, they had numerous theological discussions before hand. To speak of events of a factorial manner is hardly strange in his mind. He had already resolved that he may once need to put his brother to the lance, or Aymeric put him to the sword. He remains resolved to keep that promise if he must. ]