You will. [ Lucina has no doubt otherwise. No hesitation, no second thoughts. She knows that Veronica's reasons for a bodyguard were well justified, and there are still ways to go before she can truly stand against dangers on her own, but—
She will adapt. With, or without a bodyguard by her side. ] You have a strength to you that others may overlook. I am grateful that I was not one of them. [ Now— all Lucina can hope is that they will see each other again, one day. ]
[Even if it's time for Veronica to take her incentive and go, she's going to wait until Lucina returns from a mission. Such a thing feels important to her.
Her hand extends to Lucina.]
I suppose such words are ... as good of a farewell as any. It may feel hollow, but you are one of the strongest, most loyal people I've ever met. And as I've now made clear, I am used to quite the opposite arrangement among those who are closest to me back home. Well, excluding my closest comrades, of course.
[ If you ever permadrop Veronica I'll do one last goodbye thread with you then
There's little hesitation as Lucina takes the hand. It's a firm handshake, still intensely formal by the virtue of who Lucina is, but it's still warm, somehow. ] They don't feel hollow at all. [ Maybe it's her voice. ]
Likewise. [ ( She doesn't intend to forget. ) ] ... Farewell.
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She will adapt. With, or without a bodyguard by her side. ] You have a strength to you that others may overlook. I am grateful that I was not one of them. [ Now— all Lucina can hope is that they will see each other again, one day. ]
I wish you the best of luck, Veronica.
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Her hand extends to Lucina.]
I suppose such words are ... as good of a farewell as any. It may feel hollow, but you are one of the strongest, most loyal people I've ever met. And as I've now made clear, I am used to quite the opposite arrangement among those who are closest to me back home. Well, excluding my closest comrades, of course.
[Her family is sketchy as hell, basically.]
It would be difficult to forget you.
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There's little hesitation as Lucina takes the hand. It's a firm handshake, still intensely formal by the virtue of who Lucina is, but it's still warm, somehow. ] They don't feel hollow at all. [ Maybe it's her voice. ]
Likewise. [ ( She doesn't intend to forget. ) ] ... Farewell.