[There has to be a way out of this, without waiting for the memory to finish... right? Even if there isn't, Sylvain does shift to scoop Lance up so he doesn't have to do anything other than focus on... well, not focusing on anything.
"Ingrid!"
Sylvain's voice again - the him from the memory, shouting into the sky, because someone - anyone - needs to put Bernadetta out of her agony. They needed to stop the ballista anyway. Unfortunately, this is enough to make it safe enough for a pegasus to glide in and out without being shot down. Quick. Easy. Comparatively painless.
"I'll end this quickly!"
And, true to form - she does. One strike and it's over, and not a singe on the pegasus's hair or feathers.
"Wish I could've at least died at home... not in this big, stupid field..."
It would seem that that is what the mirror deemed appropriate for Lance to see. Already, the memory is fading away, but not before Dimitri reaches Edelgard, not before their exchange can echo across the space, and draw the attention of most people present. Their King. Their Emperor.
"Stab your chest, break your neck, smash your head... I will allow you to choose your own death."
"I'm not interested in methods of dying. All that matters is when death takes place, not how. And I have no intention of dying today."
"I'm sure all of the people you've slaughtered so far thought the same!"
There. The exit mirror shimmers back into view as Ashe shoots down a heavily armored soldier that was blocking the sight of it, and Sylvain is quick to both get them over to it - and through it - before the memory can fade out and fade in to something else. Perhaps something worse.
The silence in the hall of mirrors is nearly deafening, after the chaos.]
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[There has to be a way out of this, without waiting for the memory to finish... right? Even if there isn't, Sylvain does shift to scoop Lance up so he doesn't have to do anything other than focus on... well, not focusing on anything.
"Ingrid!"
Sylvain's voice again - the him from the memory, shouting into the sky, because someone - anyone - needs to put Bernadetta out of her agony. They needed to stop the ballista anyway. Unfortunately, this is enough to make it safe enough for a pegasus to glide in and out without being shot down. Quick. Easy. Comparatively painless.
"I'll end this quickly!"
And, true to form - she does. One strike and it's over, and not a singe on the pegasus's hair or feathers.
"Wish I could've at least died at home... not in this big, stupid field..."
It would seem that that is what the mirror deemed appropriate for Lance to see. Already, the memory is fading away, but not before Dimitri reaches Edelgard, not before their exchange can echo across the space, and draw the attention of most people present. Their King. Their Emperor.
"Stab your chest, break your neck, smash your head... I will allow you to choose your own death."
"I'm not interested in methods of dying. All that matters is when death takes place, not how. And I have no intention of dying today."
"I'm sure all of the people you've slaughtered so far thought the same!"
There. The exit mirror shimmers back into view as Ashe shoots down a heavily armored soldier that was blocking the sight of it, and Sylvain is quick to both get them over to it - and through it - before the memory can fade out and fade in to something else. Perhaps something worse.
The silence in the hall of mirrors is nearly deafening, after the chaos.]
...Lance? We're out.