[ They're starting to run out of time — and really, this is perhaps a conversation that could wait until they're back in the safety of Oska. When they've all had a chance to decompress, rest, and wrap their heads around what happened.
Except — the words that Sieglinde spoke to her ring in her ears, and Lucina can't just leave all of that be ( Perhaps... even friends— ). So it's reckless, it's stupid, but she's bringing up the menu of the magitek to send her friend a text, anyway. ] Sieglinde?
This is Lucina. [ In case that wasn't obvious. ] Are you occupied at the moment?
[ With the message, comes relief. Leaving her wasn't a mistake that she'd come to regret. A brief exhale escapes her lips, despite herself, before she clamps her jaw shut again in order to keep moving ( they're running out of time ).
Meanwhile— ] I wanted to apologize, for my actions towards you when I was affected by ... the substances. [ She knows that doesn't begin to cover it. But it's a start, as stiff and formal as it sounds. ]
I'm sorry. [ There is no excuse for it, really — she could try to play it off as something she did when she wasn't in her right state of mind, but that doesn't quite justify it. Not in her eyes. ] ... I will do everything in my power to prevent this from happening in the future.
[ If that means exercising more caution, then so be it. ] ... Sieglinde?
Nothing, as of yet. It appears as though all my memory has returned. [ From what she can see, anyway; but then, she hadn't known the first time she experienced amnesia. So for all she knows—
She puts that thought at rest, for now. ] I do consider us friends. Perhaps even close friends.
Once the concept had been so foreign, something she'd blundered through inexperienced... even if she still isn't positive she does it well, or even understands it...]
[Maybe this isn't the best time for this conversation, strategy wise... but. It's good to hear. Good to think of a future beyond this dangerous mission.]
I would like that. Perhaps we could even indulge in the slumbering party tradition.
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text, un: lucina -- shortly before the alarms ring, probably
Except — the words that Sieglinde spoke to her ring in her ears, and Lucina can't just leave all of that be ( Perhaps... even friends— ). So it's reckless, it's stupid, but she's bringing up the menu of the magitek to send her friend a text, anyway. ] Sieglinde?
This is Lucina. [ In case that wasn't obvious. ] Are you occupied at the moment?
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But her response is prompt. Perhaps she remembers-]
I am here, Lucina.
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Meanwhile— ] I wanted to apologize, for my actions towards you when I was affected by ... the substances. [ She knows that doesn't begin to cover it. But it's a start, as stiff and formal as it sounds. ]
... I hope I hadn't frightened you.
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But.
She remembers now. It had worn off.]
It would be a lie to say I was not scared at the time.
But I am glad you have returned to us. I hope nothing else untoward occurred.
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[ If that means exercising more caution, then so be it. ] ... Sieglinde?
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[Though she knows nothing could be guaranteed- not with as much as they get thrown into.]
Yes?
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She puts that thought at rest, for now. ] I do consider us friends. Perhaps even close friends.
We have been through quite an ordeal, after all.
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That is good.
I mean, that you have no symptoms. Of course, the second thing is also good.
Not to say that is only "good", it is better than that-
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I trust that the sentiment is mutual, then? [ She did promise her that she wouldn't leave anytime soon, after all. ]
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["Friends".
Once the concept had been so foreign, something she'd blundered through inexperienced... even if she still isn't positive she does it well, or even understands it...]
Of course it is.
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... Once this mission is complete, I believe we are overdue for some ... time to relax. If you'd like.
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I would like that. Perhaps we could even indulge in the slumbering party tradition.
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A slumbering party sounds wonderful. Once we return, then. [ But because they should really go back to work: ]
. . . Stay safe, Sieglinde.
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Hopefully.]
... you as well, Lucina.