fate end.

m!corrin also distinctively has this trait that his female counterpart does not have ( or at least i haven’t noticed it yet in her lines... ) where he has a concern for his identity and whether or not he truly exists. however, he copes with this possibility of nonexistence in another line where he proclaims that it does not matter who he is so long as he can protect the person he cares about. 

during elise’s visits, she at one point took out her violin and played for him. reminded of the memories and dreams he had been having associated with music, he expressed a desire to learn to play. elise was instrumental in helping him be supplied with a grand piano; how she managed to get it, corrin has no idea but he’s eternally grateful.

The other prince gave a light nod of understanding. Though he never wandered a different path, he understood his brothers and sisters in their reasoning to do so. It’s what made them all so unique, after all. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you probably know some things I don’t as well…”

He positioned himself and relaxed his form a bit, prepping his arrow and pulling back on the yumi until he felt his arm go a particular distance, then fired. Not a bulls-eye, but certainly on target. “You just need to get comfortable with your positioning. Once you get used to how your body needs to move, you can adapt to it quickly.”

✦ —— ❝ maybe, ❞ he conceded. he has little idea how much information he might have that would be of interest to someone who sounds as if he has finished a quest -- at least, has experienced enough to learn a new art, but perhaps he's looking at this with a 'the grass is always greener on the other side' kind of philosophy?

        ❝ perhaps with all of our memories and skills, we could all create a perfect person. ❞ he's unsure if he's saying it seriously with his intense thoughts stewing or if he's saying it as a kind of joke considering his own light-hearted tone.

             SHE TREADS with caution. happiness is fleeting, yet, for the brevity of the moment, she allows herself to embrace the warm aura of light that shines upon the two of them. the following series of thoughts are carefully carried out with caution – – after all, she didn’t want to overwhelm him with her emotions. 

              the gentle caresses of their memories together lingers within the depths of her mind. the fondness she carries for those memories, it almost feels like she could taste the breeze from their youths. yet, now – – standing before her is her brother all grown up ( and nonetheless, the hero to wield the yato ).

               hinoka only laughs as she shakes her head at the thought of training together in their childhood. the bravest moments she had as a meek child was with kamui. he was, the reason why she become the person she is today : he was her motivation to embrace her anxieties and wipe away her tears.  

               ‘ it might be hard to believe but – – ’       she pauses with a semblance of a stutter. after all, she isn’t sure if it would be alright for her to show signs of vulnerability… at least right now. but, he’s home and there isn’t much for her to lose, except for the possibility of him disappearing again. 

                    she can tell him. he wouldn’t judge. he NEVER judged.

            ‘ but, i only picked up the naginata after your were gone. i promised that i would fly over the borders of nohr and hoshido and bring you home. ’        a smile musters on her lips. her heartbeat accelerates from the adrenaline of sharing her burdens with him. hinoka musters the courage to take her brother’s hand into her own, almost as if she knows what she is doing.       ‘ i know what we can do together – – let’s go to our favourite spot in the castle. ’

✦ —— ❝ you're right, it IS hard to believe... ❞ he finds himself trailing off, not out of disdain but more out of awe and shock of the whole situation. this meant that he was the reason she was who she was right now. to think he had the power to influence someone so much...

          as someone who had been locked up in a fortress for as long as he could remember, looking up to others or clinging onto them, to be put in a position where he was the one that made an impact and not the other way around-- it was definitely new, or at the very least, it felt novel to him.

        ❝ i'm home. ❞ the words spill out of his mouth so naturally-- a high contrast to the awkwardness he had been carrying with every syllable up until now. he didn't think much on it, just let his heart speak for him, and his countenance melts into something more free and gentle as a result. ❝ i still don't remember much but... i feel it. i get the idea that you wouldn’t tell me this just to persuade me either, so i'll believe you. you may not have flown over and brought me, but... i'm here now. ❞

corrin’s choice to be a hoshido noble in birthright and revelation ( and i guess warriors too technically?? ) stems from the fact that he feels a sense of responsibility for his forgotten memories. he’s spent every day with elise and other days with the other nohrian siblings supposedly, but nothing remains for him from his hoshidan family. it eats away at him that these people recognize him and feel affection for him yet he can give nothing in return; he cannot share in their good memories nor their bad, only create new ones.