[He's waited for her. This... It's all quite deliberate. And the words that follow cause a flutter of cold to dig right into her, eventually scaling up along her back as she says nothing for several moments. What is there to say? Should she even say anything? Yes. She knows. Diluc has made that apparent. Who can say how many people have had the opportunity to see such a thing?
There's a part of her, perhaps a younger version of herself that would like nothing more than to bury her face in her arms and disappear for a month and maybe people will have forgotten anything they've seen and heard. It's cowardly and telling. To think she's gone from an arrival where she only wanted to keep people at bay, and now at a point where she's fostered close kinship with many people and they are coming to learn of a truth in the woman they may have thought of so highly.
It'll all fall apart. Everything she's compromised herself for will just shatter, merely proof that she never should have tried to be anything much military to begin with.
Instead of doing any such thing, Beatrix drops her gaze into the innards of her tea, simply holding it between her hands.]
I see.
[After a breath more, she draws in her composure, fiercely holding it together, before her hold on her cup tightens.]
I suppose all of Songerein will be privy to the truth of who and what I am, then.
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There's a part of her, perhaps a younger version of herself that would like nothing more than to bury her face in her arms and disappear for a month and maybe people will have forgotten anything they've seen and heard. It's cowardly and telling. To think she's gone from an arrival where she only wanted to keep people at bay, and now at a point where she's fostered close kinship with many people and they are coming to learn of a truth in the woman they may have thought of so highly.
It'll all fall apart. Everything she's compromised herself for will just shatter, merely proof that she never should have tried to be anything much military to begin with.
Instead of doing any such thing, Beatrix drops her gaze into the innards of her tea, simply holding it between her hands.]
I see.
[After a breath more, she draws in her composure, fiercely holding it together, before her hold on her cup tightens.]
I suppose all of Songerein will be privy to the truth of who and what I am, then.