[ By the end of his first sentence, Lucina is visibly tensing. By the end of his sentence sentence, her back is unnecessarily straight, her shoulders high and defensive. Everything he says after that, it— it's just static on the line. The damage has been done, so to speak.
He can't know any of it. Not really. He's reading into surface observations, her words and the cadence that carries them. He doesn't see that it's all window dressing on nothing - which, coincidentally, is how she would describe her prospects.
Stung, Lucina attempts to gather herself. There isn't much she feels particularly inclined to tell him right now. ]
Perhaps I don't share your degree of cynicism. [ Or - worse, Lucina thinks - she doesn't know either way. It's nothing like she's ever heard before, save from her family's enemies. ] You're welcome to your point of view, but I would prefer you didn't make presumptions about my life and then judge me according to those presumptions. [ In the back of her mind, she wonders if she's being too harsh again - but the words are said regardless, and she can't take them back once spoken. ]
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He can't know any of it. Not really. He's reading into surface observations, her words and the cadence that carries them. He doesn't see that it's all window dressing on nothing - which, coincidentally, is how she would describe her prospects.
Stung, Lucina attempts to gather herself. There isn't much she feels particularly inclined to tell him right now. ]
Perhaps I don't share your degree of cynicism. [ Or - worse, Lucina thinks - she doesn't know either way. It's nothing like she's ever heard before, save from her family's enemies. ] You're welcome to your point of view, but I would prefer you didn't make presumptions about my life and then judge me according to those presumptions. [ In the back of her mind, she wonders if she's being too harsh again - but the words are said regardless, and she can't take them back once spoken. ]