You wouldn't have heard of it. [Sylvain says this with (miserable) certainty, conviction, even: he wouldn't have called it a bad thing to begin with, and he still doesn't think it's a bad thing that nobody knows who he or Dimitri are, but as time passes it does get lonelier and lonelier.
Things nobody needs to know, but might slip out by accident one day...or five minutes from now depending on how things go.]
I'm from Faerghus. It's a half-frozen patch of dirt, but it's my half-frozen patch of dirt. Not much is there, the food sucks, it's impossible to find anywhere to have fun at sometimes, but we've got the clearest skies I've ever seen and our forests are never ending. So's our snow, but you get used to it.
[Sylvain leans against the car, arms crossed, staring at some patch of ground or rock or whatever else.] I miss getting woken up in the middle of the night by something like an owl or a screeching fox. Isn't that...I'm not sure what. Who misses hearing a fox screaming like a woman died in the middle of the night?
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Things nobody needs to know, but might slip out by accident one day...or five minutes from now depending on how things go.]
I'm from Faerghus. It's a half-frozen patch of dirt, but it's my half-frozen patch of dirt. Not much is there, the food sucks, it's impossible to find anywhere to have fun at sometimes, but we've got the clearest skies I've ever seen and our forests are never ending. So's our snow, but you get used to it.
[Sylvain leans against the car, arms crossed, staring at some patch of ground or rock or whatever else.] I miss getting woken up in the middle of the night by something like an owl or a screeching fox. Isn't that...I'm not sure what. Who misses hearing a fox screaming like a woman died in the middle of the night?