[It isn't a response that she expected, and in some ways it is difficult to hear. In others, it is what she needed to hear, perhaps too blinded by her own loss to think of it in such a way. To derive hope from the ashes of her world, to be motivated by the memory of lost ones.]
You're a well-spoken man, Farron of Tides. I wonder if it's a compliment you hear often.
[The comment is wry, perhaps unexpected. But it's a testament to her understanding of what he says, rather than choosing to ignore them. She shifts in her seat, the bench creaking slightly.]
I wouldn't want to disappoint the people I cared about. One of them in particular would hate it if I spend the rest of my days in mourning.
[A pause drifts between them, and for a moment it looks as if she won't say more. And then:]
And even knowing this, it's difficult to feel as if I didn't completely fail everyone. I was supposed to lead and guide and protect. The fact that I'm the only one who survived makes me feel... undeserving. Guilty.
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You're a well-spoken man, Farron of Tides. I wonder if it's a compliment you hear often.
[The comment is wry, perhaps unexpected. But it's a testament to her understanding of what he says, rather than choosing to ignore them. She shifts in her seat, the bench creaking slightly.]
I wouldn't want to disappoint the people I cared about. One of them in particular would hate it if I spend the rest of my days in mourning.
[A pause drifts between them, and for a moment it looks as if she won't say more. And then:]
And even knowing this, it's difficult to feel as if I didn't completely fail everyone. I was supposed to lead and guide and protect. The fact that I'm the only one who survived makes me feel... undeserving. Guilty.