[ What boyish banter they have simmers when Joshua asks of the people. ]
... I had the chance, yes. They still remembered the Duchy, spoke of our father well—held out for our return. [ ... ] Lady Hanna was the one who bestowed to me father's old garb after we broke bread. She was as kind as I remembered.
[ He tries to keep his voice leveled as he speaks about them, but it's tinged with light regret. There was a darkness he had to wrestle inside himself, one that clouded the warmth in Eastpool despite its fall from grace. They opened their arms to him despite him having lost himself. They tried to remind him that he was still a man, not a tool. The constant was grief and mourning. It was for Joshua... Then it was for the people of Eastpool found bloodily strewn at the hamlet's plaza upon his return.
Every once in a while, when he would run errands in Rosaria, he would visit their graves. It had been five years since then and they weigh on his mind. Their hopes, father's vision, Clive wishes them to be realized once Ultima is felled.
When they finally reach the gates, they're met with not usual folks but a bearer and one of the Guardians. Of course, the guardian salutes to them both. Clive divulges that they're here for a short visit before they'll head on their trek. With an affirming nod, the bearer offers to relay to everyone about their arrival, but Clive gently explains that will not be necessary, they are simply passing through. If they could be provided with water and food, he will pay them coin.
World ending doesn't mean capitalism ends.
He leads them to the stables to settle their chocobos. As he unmounts Ambrosia, he looks over to his brother, a bit thoughtful. ]
You were here, weren't you? Five years ago.
[ The phoenix feather should be enough evidence, but nothing like words from the very man himself. ]
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... I had the chance, yes. They still remembered the Duchy, spoke of our father well—held out for our return. [ ... ] Lady Hanna was the one who bestowed to me father's old garb after we broke bread. She was as kind as I remembered.
[ He tries to keep his voice leveled as he speaks about them, but it's tinged with light regret. There was a darkness he had to wrestle inside himself, one that clouded the warmth in Eastpool despite its fall from grace. They opened their arms to him despite him having lost himself. They tried to remind him that he was still a man, not a tool. The constant was grief and mourning. It was for Joshua... Then it was for the people of Eastpool found bloodily strewn at the hamlet's plaza upon his return.
Every once in a while, when he would run errands in Rosaria, he would visit their graves. It had been five years since then and they weigh on his mind. Their hopes, father's vision, Clive wishes them to be realized once Ultima is felled.
When they finally reach the gates, they're met with not usual folks but a bearer and one of the Guardians. Of course, the guardian salutes to them both. Clive divulges that they're here for a short visit before they'll head on their trek. With an affirming nod, the bearer offers to relay to everyone about their arrival, but Clive gently explains that will not be necessary, they are simply passing through. If they could be provided with water and food, he will pay them coin.
World ending doesn't mean capitalism ends.
He leads them to the stables to settle their chocobos. As he unmounts Ambrosia, he looks over to his brother, a bit thoughtful. ]
You were here, weren't you? Five years ago.
[ The phoenix feather should be enough evidence, but nothing like words from the very man himself. ]