[ She levels her a slightly weary look, drained of something. ]
I appreciate your enthusiasm for my sake, but—
[ Too much eye contact, so it's memshare time! (13:40-17:20, early gbf is SO stock anime, sorry in advance)
The moment comes—the culmination of your lies, your schemes. You have spent the last six years as an immaculate commander, an impartial arbitrator, a respected lord, and you would give up the status in the world for this one, singular opportunity.
This is how it should go: you convince Katalina to stay, spinning together some sad story about how the island needs the sacrifice of a true knight. You tell her you can barter for immunity for her beloved comrades, who have been on the run for so long. You dangle what the Empire's army wants in front of their noses, just so you have another piece on the board, and everything goes as it should. Katalina—beautiful Katalina who can be kind and brilliant and so incredibly stupid—will agree to your terms. She feels guilt over what she did to you, after all. She shouldn't, but she does, and you will use that if you must.
The only space you've left for her in the skies is next to you. But there is a girl wreathed in blue who is somehow, slowly, certainly convincing Katalina to leave you.
Again.
"Vira, I won't give up!"
And you won't stand for it—these people are dregs, liars, muck that sucks at Katalina's feet and drags her down. You drop the sweetness from your voice—the honeyed words you save only for Katalina—and for a moment, the empty, steely part of you speaks instead. It has always been your more genuine self, the person you were before Katalina. The resigned, solitary girl you have always been.
"Oh, really?" (It's tiresome. Don't skyfarers ever get tired of spouting such fatuous nonsense?) "Then I'm afraid I'll have to get rid of you completely."
There is no hesitation in you. You'll rip these parasitic bonds that have tangled Katalina up, and you'll never, ever ever be apart again. Even if it's all lies. Even if you've spent six years in miserable loneliness, even if she surely has not thought of you with all the aching, devouring longing that you have, even if she feels so guilty looking at you that she could not even visit you once on this citadel that you have no choice but to call home. (You do not know if she loves you back—you don't ask yourself if that matters.)
Even so, all you want is to be beside her. It's all you've ever wanted, because she is all you've ever had, and you do not think you can survive the loss of your entire world a second time. So you'll fight, and you'll raze everything down until it's just the two of you, and as Luminiera's power whips through you, warping your armor, filling your mind and body with a manic, unearthly energy—
You smile, and you wreak havoc.
...The Vira of present, however, just looks puzzled when they both emerge from the depths of her memory. ]
[ There is something both very familiar and very foreign to these feelings expressed by Vira. The desire, the immediacy in which she'd bring the whole world crashing down for person she wants the most is something Medb knows, the way she looked down on others is also something she knows.
The yearning and the longing are aches that she isn't sure she knows, and it's what knocks her breath away the most. That miserable loneliness—
Is this what Vira has forgotten? ]
... Was all that a mystery to you?
[ Because Medb thinks it's all the more shame if it is. ]
[ Medb reaches to gently touch the back of Vira's hand. ]
For what you could not see, I am... Is it terrible to say I am glad to have seen it? It's an invasion of your privacy, but those strong feelings of yours... they're admirable, in a way.
[ They may not be good or great or all too healthy, but Medb doesn't think they're any less wonderful. ]
You could not fault me for my ambitions, and I cannot fault you for yours.
[ They aren't good, great, or healthy, but Vira doesn't look ashamed of them. She doesn't seem to mind that Medb gets to see.
If anything, she just regrets that she can't remember what they're for, her hand stiff and tense beneath Medb's. She accepts her feelings and mistakes, but to lose the source of all her desperate, frenetic love?
It leaves her feeling empty. Maybe that's why she's been so affected, lately. ]
That's a generous way to put it. But... thank you. I am not ashamed of who I am, even if that person is not admirable, or gentle, or kind.
[ She smiles, largely insincere, though the hesitation in how she tentatively puts her other hand atop Medb's seems more genuine. ]
And it is the same for knowing you. [ Medb is not a good person, but she does not regret meeting her. ]
I am not ashamed of who I am either or any of the choices I've made.
[ Her history shapes her in more ways than one. There is no escaping it when all she can be is a reflection of it. She is not static and she is not immutable, but there are some things that must always remain. ]
I am happy to know you, too. And you are admirable. From what I've come to know and see in you here.
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I appreciate your enthusiasm for my sake, but—
[ Too much eye contact, so it's memshare time! (13:40-17:20, early gbf is SO stock anime, sorry in advance)
The moment comes—the culmination of your lies, your schemes. You have spent the last six years as an immaculate commander, an impartial arbitrator, a respected lord, and you would give up the status in the world for this one, singular opportunity.
This is how it should go: you convince Katalina to stay, spinning together some sad story about how the island needs the sacrifice of a true knight. You tell her you can barter for immunity for her beloved comrades, who have been on the run for so long. You dangle what the Empire's army wants in front of their noses, just so you have another piece on the board, and everything goes as it should. Katalina—beautiful Katalina who can be kind and brilliant and so incredibly stupid—will agree to your terms. She feels guilt over what she did to you, after all. She shouldn't, but she does, and you will use that if you must.
The only space you've left for her in the skies is next to you. But there is a girl wreathed in blue who is somehow, slowly, certainly convincing Katalina to leave you.
Again.
"Vira, I won't give up!"
And you won't stand for it—these people are dregs, liars, muck that sucks at Katalina's feet and drags her down. You drop the sweetness from your voice—the honeyed words you save only for Katalina—and for a moment, the empty, steely part of you speaks instead. It has always been your more genuine self, the person you were before Katalina. The resigned, solitary girl you have always been.
"Oh, really?" (It's tiresome. Don't skyfarers ever get tired of spouting such fatuous nonsense?) "Then I'm afraid I'll have to get rid of you completely."
There is no hesitation in you. You'll rip these parasitic bonds that have tangled Katalina up, and you'll never, ever ever be apart again. Even if it's all lies. Even if you've spent six years in miserable loneliness, even if she surely has not thought of you with all the aching, devouring longing that you have, even if she feels so guilty looking at you that she could not even visit you once on this citadel that you have no choice but to call home. (You do not know if she loves you back—you don't ask yourself if that matters.)
Even so, all you want is to be beside her. It's all you've ever wanted, because she is all you've ever had, and you do not think you can survive the loss of your entire world a second time. So you'll fight, and you'll raze everything down until it's just the two of you, and as Luminiera's power whips through you, warping your armor, filling your mind and body with a manic, unearthly energy—
You smile, and you wreak havoc.
...The Vira of present, however, just looks puzzled when they both emerge from the depths of her memory. ]
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The yearning and the longing are aches that she isn't sure she knows, and it's what knocks her breath away the most. That miserable loneliness—
Is this what Vira has forgotten? ]
... Was all that a mystery to you?
[ Because Medb thinks it's all the more shame if it is. ]
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Parts of it I could not see clearly. Though those feelings are certainly mine...
[ It's all very patchwork. ]
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For what you could not see, I am... Is it terrible to say I am glad to have seen it? It's an invasion of your privacy, but those strong feelings of yours... they're admirable, in a way.
[ They may not be good or great or all too healthy, but Medb doesn't think they're any less wonderful. ]
You could not fault me for my ambitions, and I cannot fault you for yours.
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If anything, she just regrets that she can't remember what they're for, her hand stiff and tense beneath Medb's. She accepts her feelings and mistakes, but to lose the source of all her desperate, frenetic love?
It leaves her feeling empty. Maybe that's why she's been so affected, lately. ]
That's a generous way to put it. But... thank you. I am not ashamed of who I am, even if that person is not admirable, or gentle, or kind.
[ She smiles, largely insincere, though the hesitation in how she tentatively puts her other hand atop Medb's seems more genuine. ]
And it is the same for knowing you. [ Medb is not a good person, but she does not regret meeting her. ]
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[ Her history shapes her in more ways than one. There is no escaping it when all she can be is a reflection of it. She is not static and she is not immutable, but there are some things that must always remain. ]
I am happy to know you, too. And you are admirable. From what I've come to know and see in you here.
I do hope that memory returns to you.