[ If he had stopped walking, if he had simply given up it probably would have incited a rage that so very few people got to see. The ones who had were somewhere on this battle field, unable to tell others what they had seen. (If they had, what would they say? A pint sized flash of pink wielding an axe made of bone felt like a ridiculous notion to her even though it was a well-known, poorly kept secret that she was far more of a threat than she wishes she were.) And the others were those that she trusted far above and beyond any faith that she might have for Fodlan's Goddess were, hopefully, somewhere safe.
Instead, the Boar Prince receives a fraction of what he would have been subjected to had he simply laid down on the cold hard earth. For a moment his despondent response makes her second guess her actions. For a split second, he makes her feel like what she knows is right into something bitter on her tongue. Annoyance splits across her face manifesting into mild venom. ]
What are you talking about?
[ Her head turns towards him, or rather, up at him with a gaze full of fury. ]
Look where we are. Look at what all of us just did. If that's the case then no one deserves to keep living after this.
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Instead, the Boar Prince receives a fraction of what he would have been subjected to had he simply laid down on the cold hard earth. For a moment his despondent response makes her second guess her actions. For a split second, he makes her feel like what she knows is right into something bitter on her tongue. Annoyance splits across her face manifesting into mild venom. ]
What are you talking about?
[ Her head turns towards him, or rather, up at him with a gaze full of fury. ]
Look where we are. Look at what all of us just did. If that's the case then no one deserves to keep living after this.