[ there ought to be something bittersweet about that statement, and sylvain ought to respond with something wry in return. (all that struggle, just to end up here anyway.)
but it never comes. he just feels... free. unburdened. happier than he's been in a very long time. he flops over again on his back, stretching enormously before he resumes sprawling. ]
We're done. And we don't have to go back.
[ no more worrying about invasion, about casualties, about survival. he's here, and his friends are here, and they're at peace. it's a beautiful thing. ]
Will you miss fighting?
[ in a weird way, and very faeghus way, war also gave them purpose. ]
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but it never comes. he just feels... free. unburdened. happier than he's been in a very long time. he flops over again on his back, stretching enormously before he resumes sprawling. ]
We're done. And we don't have to go back.
[ no more worrying about invasion, about casualties, about survival. he's here, and his friends are here, and they're at peace. it's a beautiful thing. ]
Will you miss fighting?
[ in a weird way, and very faeghus way, war also gave them purpose. ]