[ He uses quite a few words to say what could be gotten across in comparatively little, and Lucina - short of patience as she is, too tired, like a person who hasn't had a full night's sleep in their whole life - endures it with an uncharacteristic urge to fidget. It isn't satisfied, of course.
The apology isn't expected. She isn't sure what to make of it. ]
You didn't - piss me off.
[ Trying to emulate his phrasing. She sounds about as awkward and unused to it as one might imagine, the words oddly conflicted with her regal tone, her typical crisp eloquence. The result is unimpressive. ]
I put you in a dangerous situation, and - [ Well. He remembers, likely, even if her willingness to take the blame skews a much more coincidental event. ] ... You keep what?
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The apology isn't expected. She isn't sure what to make of it. ]
You didn't - piss me off.
[ Trying to emulate his phrasing. She sounds about as awkward and unused to it as one might imagine, the words oddly conflicted with her regal tone, her typical crisp eloquence. The result is unimpressive. ]
I put you in a dangerous situation, and - [ Well. He remembers, likely, even if her willingness to take the blame skews a much more coincidental event. ] ... You keep what?