[ he looks over the scars, thin but many, deliberate and eerie without context. he can imagine the alarms it might ring.
it's sad—lucien tells this story easily, but it does not sound to him as though it were an easy journey, an easy conclusion to walk away from. he's quiet a second, then lets out a little, good-natured puff of laughter. ]
You, as a maid? A cook—you could make those little pastries like Dahut did! It'd be a sight to behold.
[ another pause. more somber. ]
...She probably remembered you as someone very different. [ this is a subject he rarely touches on in detail aloud, but it feels a little different here, where hyrule's history is an unknown. ] My memories of my elder sister are faultless. I know she had her own struggles, and things she kept from me for my own sake, but only as I grew older and more distant from her memory.
[ he offers him a little smile, warm. ]
But to a child—as her younger brother—she was a perfect person who I adored. More than her protection, I wanted... more time. Attention. [ ... ] If I saw her a hundred years later, as a real person and not just the peerless champion in my memories, perhaps I would've been shocked too.
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it's sad—lucien tells this story easily, but it does not sound to him as though it were an easy journey, an easy conclusion to walk away from. he's quiet a second, then lets out a little, good-natured puff of laughter. ]
You, as a maid? A cook—you could make those little pastries like Dahut did! It'd be a sight to behold.
[ another pause. more somber. ]
...She probably remembered you as someone very different. [ this is a subject he rarely touches on in detail aloud, but it feels a little different here, where hyrule's history is an unknown. ] My memories of my elder sister are faultless. I know she had her own struggles, and things she kept from me for my own sake, but only as I grew older and more distant from her memory.
[ he offers him a little smile, warm. ]
But to a child—as her younger brother—she was a perfect person who I adored. More than her protection, I wanted... more time. Attention. [ ... ] If I saw her a hundred years later, as a real person and not just the peerless champion in my memories, perhaps I would've been shocked too.