[ He isn't even sure what to say... He can't comment, he thinks. It is not his place. Instead, he touches the bubble and a burst of color shows a memory of his own.
You find yourself on the cold hard ground, hard and sharp metal deep in your gut. To you, it's a little funny that this is what has you fall when you've battled dragons on the field for ten years. Viscount Fortemps and Lord Artoirel would apprehend your attacker and take you to the chirurgeons. As your eyelids grow heavy, blood pooling your royal blue garbs, you think about all you've done to deserve this.
Your father, the Archbishop, is dead... And at your command was his death done. Patricide. Heresy. Traitor to Ishgard. You never refuted these words, you can't. They follow you to the darkness.
You wake and subsequently become informed of the fires across the city-state, how the Knights have detained who would confess to be the arsonists. Your wounds have healed enough, so you push yourself forward. With the state of unrest, you cannot afford yourself time. This case must be solved, then the refugees be comforted.
Yet the refugees must suffer more... You had ordered them shelter at the Vault, the facility that once housed the Archbishop and his Heavens' Ward. There, you thought they would be safe, but no. They're taken hostage.
Your wounds hinder you, but you cannot. You will not let more of your people die. You will not let these zealots raze Ishgard from the inside—not when Ishgard is so close to having peace.
... All of this suffering in the name of Halone? Godly? You understand that you're merely a focal point of all that would unravel. Ishgard was built upon tattered myths—lies—and it would be hard for the people to accept. Their lives would change forever.
Unending and unbending faith shattered.
Man would show you its dark colors... Yet you look at the better.
If we wish for this bubble to release us, then I did.
[ Because the bubble is definitely gone. No longer are they trapped. ]
A Dravanian envoy would save her. Quite a sight to see a white dragon swoop in and save child. [ He brings a hand over his heart. ] It brought me utmost relief...
… I’ve heard about the fact your nation is full on embroiled in war from your friend, but. There’s being heavily involved in war and then there’s whatever the heck you’re talking about.
Internal and external conflict? That’s never easy to juggle at any point.
Nay, but I had anticipated the uproar from the pious and clergy. Unfortunately, you can only prepare so much for war and internal disputes. We managed... And are in the midst of comforting those scarred by war and its effects.
[ Sometimes you just gotta. ]
I can say there are struggles for an espionage handling a coup d'état as well.
... yeah. War's always fought on so many levels than just two countries clashing. People end up dealing with the brunt of it, no matter how fast or neatly it's all wrapped up.
[ sometimes you just gotta war though. in JRPGS. ]
Intelligence services are a pain in the ass to deal with. But I guess you'd be the one running the show and directing them around huh?
He took advantage of a natural disaster to manipulate Jurai into a trade partnership that led to a lot of properties and businesses becoming Imperial capital. Then he manipulated the situation again to get Jurai to peacefully assimilate from independent city state to part of the empire, and used my Pops as the fall guy when he tried to stop him.
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crow doesn't even get a ding dang second to say anything before they are just bubbled. horrible. ]
I hate these things.
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We should get this over, should we not?
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Fine.
[ he summons some of his colour and with a frown pops the bubble (30:39 - 33:40) ]
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Crow...
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(video)
You find yourself on the cold hard ground, hard and sharp metal deep in your gut. To you, it's a little funny that this is what has you fall when you've battled dragons on the field for ten years. Viscount Fortemps and Lord Artoirel would apprehend your attacker and take you to the chirurgeons. As your eyelids grow heavy, blood pooling your royal blue garbs, you think about all you've done to deserve this.
Your father, the Archbishop, is dead... And at your command was his death done. Patricide. Heresy. Traitor to Ishgard. You never refuted these words, you can't. They follow you to the darkness.
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You wake and subsequently become informed of the fires across the city-state, how the Knights have detained who would confess to be the arsonists. Your wounds have healed enough, so you push yourself forward. With the state of unrest, you cannot afford yourself time. This case must be solved, then the refugees be comforted.
Yet the refugees must suffer more... You had ordered them shelter at the Vault, the facility that once housed the Archbishop and his Heavens' Ward. There, you thought they would be safe, but no. They're taken hostage.
Your wounds hinder you, but you cannot. You will not let more of your people die. You will not let these zealots raze Ishgard from the inside—not when Ishgard is so close to having peace.
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... All of this suffering in the name of Halone? Godly? You understand that you're merely a focal point of all that would unravel. Ishgard was built upon tattered myths—lies—and it would be hard for the people to accept. Their lives would change forever.
Unending and unbending faith shattered.
Yet you look at the better.
They can be even. ]
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but he blinks at the memory. ]
... You didn't have to even any playing fields, you know. [ ... ] What happened to the girl?
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[ Because the bubble is definitely gone. No longer are they trapped. ]
A Dravanian envoy would save her. Quite a sight to see a white dragon swoop in and save child. [ He brings a hand over his heart. ] It brought me utmost relief...
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... A... dragon?
That's one way to literally swoop in and save the day.
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Her rescue offsets greatly the ill tidings.
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Internal and external conflict? That’s never easy to juggle at any point.
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[ Sometimes you just gotta. ]
I can say there are struggles for an espionage handling a coup d'état as well.
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[ sometimes you just gotta war though. in JRPGS. ]
Intelligence services are a pain in the ass to deal with. But I guess you'd be the one running the show and directing them around huh?
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[ He gives Crow some bones, might as well. ]
Why?
[ WHAT DID THAT MAN DO, CROW? ]
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[ sir your public enemy number one status. ]
…
Oh, the gun? … You’re a politics guy. It’s a lot to do with politics, and my ability to hold a grudge.
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[ He gives a small smile at that. Sometimes! As we all know! War escalates. ]
He had a hand in Jurai, had he?
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[ it sure does!!!! it sure does... ]
... Yeah. He did.
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... Would you be willing to tell me more?
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[ he just exhales. it makes his fringe poof up. ]
He took advantage of a natural disaster to manipulate Jurai into a trade partnership that led to a lot of properties and businesses becoming Imperial capital. Then he manipulated the situation again to get Jurai to peacefully assimilate from independent city state to part of the empire, and used my Pops as the fall guy when he tried to stop him.
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[ Aymeric looks tired and obviously sad to hear all of that. ]
Your father, is he...
[ Dead? ]
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Before I know it, you'll jest that you're also dead to follow your family's trend.
[ But yes, he means gramps. Is gramps deada. ]
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I could. This place keeps dragging that out of me at the worst moments. Might as well get something out of it.
[ haha. ]
Pops got ill about six months after he was ousted from his position as Mayor. He didn't really have it in him to fight it.
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You have my condolences.
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... It was a long time ago. It's fine.
[ it's not but it's not tuesday so there's no fire to call him out. ]
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