[ there's safety in being predictable. to do so otherwise is dangerous and to invite trouble.
sylvain takes too long to look around his room. it's small. barely even a room, more a storage if he's being honest. it feels like a cage for a beast that's too large for it. he doesn't know why, but he does feel a pang of hurt in his misplaced heart at how low dimitri's fallen. his illustrious prince, once so bright, now relegated to the corner of the monastery like a limping wolf.
he sighs heavily after hearing the command. doesn't move. what is there to say? ]
... you can't honestly think I'm as important to the Empire as any of them from that class.
I'm only important to you. [ was? maybe? who knows. at least he doesn't look like he wants to fight anymore. sylvain only looks tired, exasperated even now that it's just the two of them and dimitri has him cornered. he's not foolish enough to risk his neck for the empire when the man can just easily crush him with a hand, not even relying on areadbhar at all in these close quarters. the prince won't trust him, and rightfully so; but maybe the boy he knew, once upon a time, would see reason. maybe. ] I'm the distraction, your highness.
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[ there's safety in being predictable. to do so otherwise is dangerous and to invite trouble.
sylvain takes too long to look around his room. it's small. barely even a room, more a storage if he's being honest. it feels like a cage for a beast that's too large for it. he doesn't know why, but he does feel a pang of hurt in his misplaced heart at how low dimitri's fallen. his illustrious prince, once so bright, now relegated to the corner of the monastery like a limping wolf.
he sighs heavily after hearing the command. doesn't move. what is there to say? ]
... you can't honestly think I'm as important to the Empire as any of them from that class.
I'm only important to you. [ was? maybe? who knows. at least he doesn't look like he wants to fight anymore. sylvain only looks tired, exasperated even now that it's just the two of them and dimitri has him cornered. he's not foolish enough to risk his neck for the empire when the man can just easily crush him with a hand, not even relying on areadbhar at all in these close quarters. the prince won't trust him, and rightfully so; but maybe the boy he knew, once upon a time, would see reason. maybe. ] I'm the distraction, your highness.