SHOULD HE BE HONEST, HECTOR WOULD SAY he cannot understand it eitherĀ but having grown up with the tales of the eight legends, heās grown to simply accept it. itās true he has rolandās blood in his veins and perhaps, that lineage is what makes him a worthy wielder to these weapons. they sense a similarity between their old wielders and the present one, perhaps, but hector does not think much of it. two of the weapons of legend have found him worthy of wielding it, and at very least, maltet is the least ominous of the two regardless of its cold touch. armads has cursed him, but what does it say of the curse and ofĀ himselfĀ if he had accepted it? it was not a curse, then, but a condition to wield its power, one he willingly took as a consequence. the ostian does not look at it, however, but at the book the girl so dearly holds.
it seems far more important now, barriganās legacy a legend that felt much more removed.
the nobleman sees the worry that paints the young girlās expression and the words that follow are painful to listen; as young as she is, it seems she believes it natural that the whole world disapproves of her. he understands it is the consequence of the deeds of her alternate self, but he cannot imagine himself at such tender age, carrying such burdensānot when he lived a partially carefree youth as oswin & uther took care of the brunt of responsibilities. he had been a fortunate child indeed, regardless of the judgment of others, and he could not be more glad for it. he had known grief and had known disapproval, but never in the same extent veronica seems to know. hector knows itās futile to compare, but at very least, it serves him for the purpose of relating.
āveronica⦠i donāt think a brother that gifts a sister something she cherishes so much would despise her.ā his eyebrows knit together as he speaks, own expression showing concern. he cannot speak for sure, he knows. despite their distance, uther and himself had always been on understanding terms.Ā āi have seen relatives that despise another,āĀ young prince zephiel and his mad father desmond, the morph sonia and poor young ninoāĀ āand none of them seemed invested enough into that sort of pretense. now, i could be wrong, but⦠what does your heart tell you?ā he touches his own chest plate to make a point, offers her a small, placating smile. if she seems so keen on turning the book into a good reminder, then perhaps she knows, deep down, her brother cares.
itās what he sincerely hopes. this girl does not deserve another disappointment, another reason to feel hurt.
then, she makes an unexpected offer. hector blinks at it, surprise clear in his features for a second. he watches the book for a moment before moving his gaze back towards the emblan. he nods, then, and his smile grows just slightly at the display of trust.Ā one hand reaches for her shoulder, patting it as lightly as he can manage (which may still be a little hard, given the weight of his armor, his natural strength). āaha, iād be honored! but i donāt think thatās a fair priceāiād tell of my homeland and brother at any request of yours, my friend.ā
Ā Ā HEĀ DOESNāTĀ KNOWĀ YOURĀ BROTHERĀ LIKEĀ YOUĀ KNOWĀ HIM ,Ā Ā Ā thoughĀ thatĀ impliesĀ youĀ knowĀ himĀ moreĀ thanĀ most .Ā toĀ sayĀ youĀ doĀ wouldĀ beĀ toĀ lie ,Ā heĀ remainsĀ everĀ theĀ enigmaĀ evenĀ toĀ you .Ā hisĀ trueĀ natureĀ isĀ aĀ closely - guardedĀ secretĀ ,Ā atĀ timesĀ leadingĀ himĀ toĀ failĀ inĀ hisĀ dutiesĀ asĀ aĀ brotherĀ (Ā atĀ least ,Ā dutiesĀ soĀ proclaimedĀ asĀ suchĀ byĀ otherĀ heroesĀ )Ā heĀ hasĀ leftĀ youĀ alone ,Ā helplessĀ inĀ timesĀ ofĀ danger .Ā hisĀ rescueĀ comes ,Ā yes ,Ā butĀ onlyĀ justĀ inĀ theĀ nickĀ ofĀ time .Ā whenĀ youĀ areĀ grantedĀ timeĀ withĀ him ,Ā itĀ isĀ justĀ notĀ enough .Ā soonĀ heĀ isĀ offĀ again ,Ā forĀ soĀ longĀ ,Ā too .Ā itĀ ailsĀ youĀ so .
Ā Ā yourĀ fingertipsĀ areĀ hesitantĀ toĀ meetĀ theĀ chillĀ ofĀ yourĀ breastplate .Ā toĀ mimicĀ hectorĀ asĀ heĀ touchesĀ his ,Ā itĀ isĀ aĀ feelingĀ thatĀ hasĀ oftenĀ eludedĀ you .Ā toĀ drawĀ attentionĀ toĀ yourĀ heartĀ asksĀ aĀ greatĀ dealĀ ofĀ you .Ā forĀ aĀ time ,Ā youĀ didĀ notĀ believeĀ youĀ possessedĀ somethingĀ so ...Ā vulnerable .Ā thereĀ existedĀ thoseĀ whoĀ triedĀ toĀ tellĀ youĀ thatĀ youĀ wereĀ heartless .Ā whoĀ wereĀ youĀ toĀ denyĀ them ?Ā theĀ faintĀ drummingĀ inĀ yourĀ chestĀ wasĀ notĀ aĀ forceĀ thatĀ guidedĀ you ,Ā allĀ instructionĀ cameĀ fromĀ aĀ voiceĀ thatĀ whisperedĀ farĀ louderĀ thanĀ yourĀ heartĀ daredĀ toĀ beat .Ā however ,Ā youĀ promisedĀ toĀ forgoĀ listeningĀ toĀ whateverĀ thatĀ voiceĀ hadĀ toĀ say .Ā youĀ renouncedĀ it ,Ā soĀ whatĀ isĀ leftĀ toĀ swayĀ you ?Ā wouldĀ yourĀ heartĀ trulyĀ allowĀ youĀ toĀ listen ?Ā wouldĀ itĀ forgiveĀ theĀ wayĀ youĀ ignoredĀ itĀ so ?Ā youĀ cannotĀ sayĀ forĀ sureĀ .Ā theĀ heartĀ doesĀ notĀ speak .Ā itĀ isĀ notĀ asĀ easyĀ toĀ decipher ...Ā butĀ youĀ longĀ toĀ knowĀ how ,Ā youĀ longĀ toĀ tryĀ .
Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā hmĀ ...Ā Ā ā
Ā Ā youĀ cannotĀ tellĀ hectorĀ whatĀ itĀ saysĀ toĀ you ,Ā inĀ timeĀ youĀ hopeĀ youĀ can .Ā forĀ now ,Ā youĀ areĀ toĀ beĀ puzzledĀ byĀ theĀ rhythmĀ thatĀ reverberatesĀ withinĀ you .Ā aĀ glovedĀ handĀ sinksĀ down ,Ā andĀ theĀ soundĀ isĀ lostĀ onĀ youĀ onceĀ moreĀ ---Ā butĀ youĀ areĀ noĀ longerĀ deafĀ toĀ it .Ā asĀ ifĀ foreverĀ boundĀ toĀ holdĀ itĀ close ,Ā yourĀ handĀ resumesĀ itāsĀ placeĀ atopĀ yourĀ book .Ā yourĀ gazeĀ isĀ soonĀ toĀ follow ,Ā takingĀ inĀ theĀ sightĀ ofĀ theĀ coverĀ asĀ hectorāsĀ voiceĀ soĀ proclaimsĀ heĀ isĀ honoredĀ byĀ yourĀ offer .Ā andĀ yet ,Ā thatĀ veryĀ honorĀ begetsĀ theĀ feelingĀ thatĀ whatĀ youĀ askedĀ isĀ notĀ enough .
Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā iĀ thinkĀ itāsĀ fair ...Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā oneĀ storyĀ inĀ exchangeĀ forĀ another ,Ā itĀ couldĀ notĀ beĀ moreĀ equalĀ inĀ measureĀ thanĀ that .Ā however ,Ā heĀ insistsĀ quiteĀ theĀ opposite .Ā pity ,Ā youĀ wereĀ hopingĀ toĀ hearĀ moreĀ ofĀ hisĀ homeland ...Ā butĀ hectorĀ impliesĀ youĀ mayĀ askĀ againĀ anotherĀ timeĀ ,Ā anyĀ timeĀ itĀ seems .Ā soĀ youĀ shall ,Ā andĀ thusĀ yourĀ offerĀ isĀ retracted .Ā itĀ isĀ quicklyĀ replacedĀ withĀ another .Ā oneĀ moreĀ open -Ā endedĀ inĀ nature .
Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā ...Ā tellĀ meĀ somethingĀ thatĀ youĀ deemĀ isĀ worthĀ theĀ price ,Ā then .Ā Ā ā