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will i ever not be six years late, science has no answers

[shadowglitter]

[ Owain listens, eyes down. He feels as if the dogs, great and lumbering as they are, are proving more capable of providing comfort to Lucina than he is - as he wraps his arms tight around his waist and makes room for one of the great fluffy bastards to settle in between them, he offers the tiniest smile and wetly laughs when it rolls on its back for tummy scratches. He relents, taking time to think before he continues.

Should he tell Lucina about Robin? It's something he's grappled with time and time again - is it his right, his place, to tell Lucina the details of what they went through together, despite knowing she'll forget it all should she ever be ported home? Reassuring her of their ultimate success had worth, there's merit in trying to ease her troubled soul in the face of all that lies ahead of her... but warnings of Plegian kings and misguided assumptions, inevitabilities that are outside of his hands, seems like it would do nothing but add weight to her shoulders. The knowledge that she could go home lacking in any tactical advantage he could give her... it feels condemning. Dooming Lucina to being miserable while she's stuck here, waiting for the day she's sent home and hoping against hope she'll retain the critical knowledge needed to prevent so much unnecessary tragedy.

But that's tied to what they're discussing now, isn't it? Did hope, false or otherwise, condemn the both of them to being miserable? Would knowledge, for Lucina, pose the same obstacles? If they'd never been told to wait for a day that wouldn't come, would Lissa and Lon'qu's deaths have hit Owain as hard as they did? His hand stills in his dog's fur as he takes a long, heavy sigh and raises his eyes again. ]

I wish I could just tell you to... put all of this out of your mind. Find a new life in America, be happy, embrace all the wonder the land here offers you. But - for all the spells I've learned since I last lived in Ylisse, I haven't yet mastered the right enchantment to make someone's thoughts any less ill at ease.

[ -- but even if he had, such a clean fix would be tantamount to cowardice. lucina is a lot of things, but she's in no world a coward. ]

I... wish we'd known how to prepare ourselves better for all those nights where hope's heart felt as if it might never beat again. But the day will come when you and your mother and your father will be able to spend time together in peace. You'll have to fight for it, but it will come. I can say this with certainty, rather than with empty hope. I saw it. I lived it.

glitter is slow

[fauxmarth]

[Lucina's now got a weird kind of throne going on here: two dogs on either side for arms to rest on, her back against a pile of pillows. as far as places to be goes? not the worst of them by a long shot.

she feels another press of guilt upon her chest at his wishes for her happiness. gods, if she could keep her mouth shut and a smile on to assure him and everyone, she's half-convinced that'd be the better of things, even if the other half of her knows that's not how it works. it'd be more a cruelty to him and all those she loves to conceal like that. she knows. another rotten truth.

another rotten truth? Owain's prophecy, while so good and true, also is marred by the fact that it's...not the same. that family of theirs, back in time, won't truly have raised them -- they'll only be just beginning! and there they'll be, these omens of a dead future, left there with them as reminders of what may have been. until she's eye to eye with the man she adored growing up, Lucina's just not sure how she'll be able to accept imposing into his younger life like this, even for the greater good of him and all who were still alive then.

adding the mystery of this world into the mix, and it's just the nastiest cocktail of conflicting emotions swirling about, some meshing worse than others. hope floats to the top always, yet the despair and uncertainty remains heavy and ever-clinging to the bottom, maybe to never be truly cleaned off.

and that's just how it is, isn't it? there's only so much one can do within one's control to really navigate their fates -- they've gone well and beyond the usual reach a person has in doing so, simply by the fact there was nothing else left to reach for. but it's never enough. never, never.


Lucina closes her eyes, swallowing hard. her head tilts to the side and comes to rest on Owain's shoulder.]

I believe you. I'll always-- [she swallows again.] As long as I'm here, I can believe everything you say.

[gods. she doesn't want to forget.]