[ this mirror is no doubt sylvain's, judging by the lances and the lions on its frame. lance already feels like he shouldn't look inside. he shouldn't peek despite his curiosity -- this is sylvain's mind and it should only be his and nobody else's. yet, something...something calls him and pulls him in. he steps inside, and immediately regrets his decision.
he's already frantically trying to avoid attacks that will never hit him -- soldiers running his way run right through him even as he braces himself for impact. he's aware this is a memory, but he can't help himself. suddenly, there's a loud neigh beside him, and he turns to see sylvain himself plunging his weapon into an enemy soldier. it's bloody. it's...
it's war. that's what this is. this is what sylvain was talking about. this is his past and the world he came from before showing up in aefenglom.
then, he hears sylvain's voice again to his other side. lance lets out a surprised gasp as he turns to face the friend he knows now, and his eyes are wide with terror. ]
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he's already frantically trying to avoid attacks that will never hit him -- soldiers running his way run right through him even as he braces himself for impact. he's aware this is a memory, but he can't help himself. suddenly, there's a loud neigh beside him, and he turns to see sylvain himself plunging his weapon into an enemy soldier. it's bloody. it's...
it's war. that's what this is. this is what sylvain was talking about. this is his past and the world he came from before showing up in aefenglom.
then, he hears sylvain's voice again to his other side. lance lets out a surprised gasp as he turns to face the friend he knows now, and his eyes are wide with terror. ]