[Hate is poison. Isn't that true? Frieda's ancestors treated those they subjugated with such disdain and disregard that murder, torture, and all other sorts of violence were mere games for them, the conquered nothing but expendables. When King Karl eventually took the throne and put a stop to all that, ashamed of his nation's history, he resolved to accept the world's hate for his people's countless crimes. That same acceptance was passed down to Frieda, and while the revelation of her future still pains her greatly, she knows that resisting it would mean to resist a just retribution.
Without knowing of Lahabrea's grief for his son she, too, feels ashamed for grappling with her personal loss when her whole world will be fighting to rid itself of her monstrous people. She gently shakes her head at his apology.]
You're not burdening me. I'm glad you told me about what happened to your world.
[It makes her feel less alone in her dilemma, and even if it's painful to hear of such horrifying events, all the less would she want Lahabrea to keep them locked in his chest. She's sure that keeping such things to oneself would be unbearable.
Their tea and croissants are served (the server had been ready for a while, but didn't want to interrupt what looked like an intense conversation and kept his distance until this moment seemed right). Before anything else is said, Frieda really wants Lahabrea to eat and drink - despite his respect-commanding appearance and aura, on some level he looks thoroughly depleted.]
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Date: 2024-01-26 12:40 pm (UTC)Without knowing of Lahabrea's grief for his son she, too, feels ashamed for grappling with her personal loss when her whole world will be fighting to rid itself of her monstrous people. She gently shakes her head at his apology.]
You're not burdening me. I'm glad you told me about what happened to your world.
[It makes her feel less alone in her dilemma, and even if it's painful to hear of such horrifying events, all the less would she want Lahabrea to keep them locked in his chest. She's sure that keeping such things to oneself would be unbearable.
Their tea and croissants are served (the server had been ready for a while, but didn't want to interrupt what looked like an intense conversation and kept his distance until this moment seemed right). Before anything else is said, Frieda really wants Lahabrea to eat and drink - despite his respect-commanding appearance and aura, on some level he looks thoroughly depleted.]