unexpected. definitely unexpected. flayn knows by now that there is always more to people than what you see on the surface, but this—? she had never for a moment thought that one of nie huaisang's memories would have been quite so...
intense isn't exactly the right word, but it's the closest she can manage.
as the memory fades out, and they find themselves back at the camp, she takes a step toward him as he stumbles back. her hand reaches out as if to steady him, but she hesitates - the expression on his face seems uncertain. would her hand be unwelcome...?]
[he's- not sure he wants to take it. huaisang looks at her hand uncertainly, and settles for folding his arms, just sort of clinging to himself instead.]
Miss Flayn-- I...
[he shakes his head slightly. what does he even say after she's seen that? the way she reaches out rather than recoiling says something, he thinks, but it's still... hard for him to trust too much in the wake of something like this.]
I'm sorry. That must be- unpleasant to see, unexpectedly.
[—but would being lonely be the better alternative, this week? Flayn doesn't have the chance to think about it much, because before she can even finish her sentence, they're pulled into another memory - and this time, it's her own.
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unexpected. definitely unexpected. flayn knows by now that there is always more to people than what you see on the surface, but this—? she had never for a moment thought that one of nie huaisang's memories would have been quite so...
intense isn't exactly the right word, but it's the closest she can manage.
as the memory fades out, and they find themselves back at the camp, she takes a step toward him as he stumbles back. her hand reaches out as if to steady him, but she hesitates - the expression on his face seems uncertain. would her hand be unwelcome...?]
...Sect Leader Nie...?
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Miss Flayn-- I...
[he shakes his head slightly. what does he even say after she's seen that? the way she reaches out rather than recoiling says something, he thinks, but it's still... hard for him to trust too much in the wake of something like this.]
I'm sorry. That must be- unpleasant to see, unexpectedly.
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...it cannot be any more unpleasant than having it shared against your will, just as unexpectedly.
[...]
For a place with such an emphasis on secrets, something truly seems to be fond of baring all of ours, does it not?
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[he frowns at the sky, like he can just. give the residuals themselves a Look, if he tries hard enough.]
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[if it is a residual effect, it's not from there, at least - though that doesn't really help them much]
It is quite the invasion of our privacy. I wish there was some way to stop it from happening.
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[he's much happier going on about this than discussing... anything in that memory, haha. it's fine. he's fine.]
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[—but would being lonely be the better alternative, this week? Flayn doesn't have the chance to think about it much, because before she can even finish her sentence, they're pulled into another memory - and this time, it's her own.
the end of a battle, on a coast - and then the conversation afterwards.
(pretend it's fem byleth though this was just the first video of the scene i found and i'm tired)]
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there's something a little melancholy in his expression, even as he manages a small smile after seeing that.]
Family, is it? The two of you seem quite close.
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[ah. well. she can't really expect him not to comment on what he's seen.]
Ah.. yes. We are.
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but if they're both dealing with this...
nie huaisang sighs, apparently deciding he may as well.]
It's good that you're both able to visit her, at least. That you remember her. I was too young for that, myself.
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[even being too young to remember - it hurts, to not have that person there as you are growing up.]
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[it's different. but it's not lesser, he thinks-- there's absence, but maybe that absence makes other bonds stronger.]
I'm sorry that you know it, as well.
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[...]
If no one did.
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[there's a certain resignation, in that. he's seen enough of it.]
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[unfortunately.]
It is impossible to change the past. One can only move forward and work for a better future.