Don't thank me for that. [ It's grumbled irritably, because what the hell is this conversation, truly. ] You're right that you've been a pain to deal with, and I'm pretty sure you're gonna keep being weird at me, so I'm not looking forward to that. But that's that, and this is this. It's basic human decency to not want other people getting messed up. Especially knowing what kinds of things this place can do.
[ Sigh. ]
... why do I need to explain this to you? I know you're a prince or whatever, but don't you know this much? I thought royalty are supposed to have citizens to protect and care about.
Wh... what sort of impression do you have of royalty, exactly?
( He's baffled by that last line, honestly, and that comes across in the way he stumbles over his own questioning of it. )
We have citizens, but it's all... performative. My father is rotten, and he hates our citizens just as much as they hate him, not that they can say as much without worrying about their own necks. We'll sit down to dinner with "esteemed guests" that could just as easily get into a fatal accident on their ride home, or be arrested for attempted poisoning, you know? There are no friendships, there's no concern for anyone but themselves.
( To him, it brings to mind how Fuuta always mentions how his magic sounds fantasy, like a fairy tale. All of these assumptions or understandings of relationships beyond how to use or be used are what sound like fairy tales to him. Ugh, but there's no way he's going to say that aloud. He huffs. )
It's just... You know, this place has been entirely different from what I'm used to. In that way. It makes sense, if you think about it... Our lives were never meant to pass like this, and yet here we are.
[ Oh. Okay. So Esikko is a 'edgelord grimdark depressing fantasy' crown prince, not a 'designated happy-ending vaguely RPG-flavored high fantasy' crown prince. Noted.
On Fuuta's end, there's a brief pause as he listens to Esikko's entire explanation. Then, slowly: ]
... okay. But -- you get that that's messed up, right. Where you're from. How things were. You get that that wasn't good, right.
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( It's rare that he apologizes, but it comes out quickly this time, a mumbled thing rather than anything too deep or thoughtful. )
I was just surprised. It's not as though I've offered you very much in any way...
But... thanks. I suppose.
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[ Sigh. ]
... why do I need to explain this to you? I know you're a prince or whatever, but don't you know this much? I thought royalty are supposed to have citizens to protect and care about.
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( He's baffled by that last line, honestly, and that comes across in the way he stumbles over his own questioning of it. )
We have citizens, but it's all... performative. My father is rotten, and he hates our citizens just as much as they hate him, not that they can say as much without worrying about their own necks. We'll sit down to dinner with "esteemed guests" that could just as easily get into a fatal accident on their ride home, or be arrested for attempted poisoning, you know? There are no friendships, there's no concern for anyone but themselves.
( To him, it brings to mind how Fuuta always mentions how his magic sounds fantasy, like a fairy tale. All of these assumptions or understandings of relationships beyond how to use or be used are what sound like fairy tales to him. Ugh, but there's no way he's going to say that aloud. He huffs. )
It's just... You know, this place has been entirely different from what I'm used to. In that way. It makes sense, if you think about it... Our lives were never meant to pass like this, and yet here we are.
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On Fuuta's end, there's a brief pause as he listens to Esikko's entire explanation. Then, slowly: ]
... okay. But -- you get that that's messed up, right. Where you're from. How things were. You get that that wasn't good, right.
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...I know my parents are shitty, if that's what you mean. Aren't everyone's?