Felih nearly flinches at the way Francel dodges his question, the pointed avoidance making his heart ache. Too much changed, after what happened. Too many broken hearts all around, and he feels like only a harbringer of misfortune. He and his companions have done much: slain primals, liberate nations, drive back Garlean invasions and swarms of beasts, but...
He couldn't save the people he loved most. What use was power if he couldn't use it when it mattered?
Still, he approaches, ears low, tail tucked between his legs. He can never apologize enough, but at least- at least he shouldn't be afraid to try and reach out. After all, in the end, they're both in mourning- they're both hurting, missing the treasure Haurchefant was.
"...Emmanellain has been taking his duties more seriously, at the very least. It seems his brother's actions... inspired him," he murmurs quietly. He remembers the portrait in the office, he remembers how he'd wept at the sight of it. The camp was so very quiet for him, that day. "And if Skyfire Locks is doing well, 'tis through your leadership. It seems as if things are... stable, these days."
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He couldn't save the people he loved most. What use was power if he couldn't use it when it mattered?
Still, he approaches, ears low, tail tucked between his legs. He can never apologize enough, but at least- at least he shouldn't be afraid to try and reach out. After all, in the end, they're both in mourning- they're both hurting, missing the treasure Haurchefant was.
"...Emmanellain has been taking his duties more seriously, at the very least. It seems his brother's actions... inspired him," he murmurs quietly. He remembers the portrait in the office, he remembers how he'd wept at the sight of it. The camp was so very quiet for him, that day. "And if Skyfire Locks is doing well, 'tis through your leadership. It seems as if things are... stable, these days."
At least the war is over.
(But at what cost?)