[ He doesn't stay where he's told, he follows Lucien, watches him burn this place down.
And he thinks.... "That's brave."
The thing is that this isn't entirely unfamiliar to him. It's not the first time he's run away from a family that treated him poorly. He was never as brave as this, Nero didn't even try to get anybody else out, he didn't burn down the place he was hurt- he just ran.
The freezing cold of the North, the snow burying you.
This wasn't where you thought you'd die.
Something presses against your neck, like its searching for a heartbeat. Your clothes are blood-soaked, and frozen to your torso. And suddenly there's a familiar feeling of somebody pumping magic into you, trying to keep you alive.
Your eyes don't open, but you know that voice anywhere. That's Bradley, "--, Nero."
It's a struggle to say what you need to, but you need to be responsible. The others need backup, "Help... the rest of the Eastern..." That's enough from you. You could die right here, you've done enough. Your body is giving out, even as Bradley keeps trying to heal you, keeps calling out to you.
You can't understand why he's trying so hard. Your eyes open, but it's hard to grasp for a reason to live, or to try to stay alive now.
His expression darkens, grabbing you by the front of your shirt. "…You bastard, what the hell do you think you’re--? You think you’re gonna get to die and get off that easy, huh? You fucking traitor, thinking you get to take the easy way out. How many people do you think- -of you?! The only person that gets to kill you is me! And until you’ve paid- -, you don’t get to die!"
The guilt pools deep in your gut. He's right. You're not allowed to die here, no matter how you feel about it.
Bradley deserves to end your life how he sees fit, after everything you've done to him.
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IT'S OK
And he thinks.... "That's brave."
The thing is that this isn't entirely unfamiliar to him. It's not the first time he's run away from a family that treated him poorly. He was never as brave as this, Nero didn't even try to get anybody else out, he didn't burn down the place he was hurt- he just ran.
What he says, coming out of the memory is- ]
Sorry, I saw that.
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... It's fine. No worse than any of the others.
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[ Nero's memory has a temperature to it too.
The freezing cold of the North, the snow burying you.
This wasn't where you thought you'd die.
Something presses against your neck, like its searching for a heartbeat. Your clothes are blood-soaked, and frozen to your torso. And suddenly there's a familiar feeling of somebody pumping magic into you, trying to keep you alive.
Your eyes don't open, but you know that voice anywhere. That's Bradley, "--, Nero."
It's a struggle to say what you need to, but you need to be responsible. The others need backup, "Help... the rest of the Eastern..." That's enough from you. You could die right here, you've done enough. Your body is giving out, even as Bradley keeps trying to heal you, keeps calling out to you.
You can't understand why he's trying so hard. Your eyes open, but it's hard to grasp for a reason to live, or to try to stay alive now.
His expression darkens, grabbing you by the front of your shirt. "…You bastard, what the hell do you think you’re--? You think you’re gonna get to die and get off that easy, huh? You fucking traitor, thinking you get to take the easy way out. How many people do you think- -of you?! The only person that gets to kill you is me! And until you’ve paid- -, you don’t get to die!"
The guilt pools deep in your gut. He's right. You're not allowed to die here, no matter how you feel about it.
Bradley deserves to end your life how he sees fit, after everything you've done to him.
"I'm giving you magic. Take it. Don't fight it."
You barely manage to nod in response. ]
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Long history with that one?
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[Which is already too long.]