Garon didn't get along with anyone. [Corrin said almost immediately, but seemed to try and catch herself.] Maybe when he was younger. Before he was...possessed.
[She drew in a breath, pursing her lips. Corrin tried to see the good in people. In everyone, really. But she was hard pressed with the man who lied about being her father for most of her life.]
Or maybe he was always a bastard. How would I know? From what El has told me about things in your world, I imagine he and your church would have been very much at odds over who was going to be in charge.
[The memory-Corrin had moved off to the far side of the arena, and had been joined by an elderly man in full armor and a young man a few years older than her, both armed.]
Gunter: I shall join you, milady. My lance arm is perhaps rusty but still serviceable. Jakob, will you join us well? Jakob: Naturally. I couldn't allow someone of your advanced years to bear the burden alone. Lady Corrin, there is no need for you to soil your hands with this filth. Please relax and leave the fighting to us. Afterward, I will prepare you some tea.
[The memory Corrin looked grateful, but also rolled her eyes fondly at Jakob, before the three of them took to the field. On the far end, the two Hoshidans had been rearmed and were waiting to face them. The woman in furs stepped forward first, with the ninja man a few paces behind her.]
Rinkah: I am Rinkah! Daughter of the Flame Tribe’s honorable chieftain. What is your name, Nohrian princess? Corrin: I’m Corrin.
[The ninja-man took a half-step surprise, shock visible on his face, though it only lasted a moment.]
Kaze: Corrin… Can it be?
[And Corrin's own expression turned to one of confusion.]
Corrin: Huh? Have you heard of me? Kaze: … I am Kaze, a ninja of Hoshido. Show me what you can do.
[Meanwhile, King Garon had returned to his throne and was clearly tired of talking, slamming his hand against the arm of his seat to draw all eyes to him, then gesturing at the Hoshidans.]
no subject
[She drew in a breath, pursing her lips. Corrin tried to see the good in people. In everyone, really. But she was hard pressed with the man who lied about being her father for most of her life.]
Or maybe he was always a bastard. How would I know? From what El has told me about things in your world, I imagine he and your church would have been very much at odds over who was going to be in charge.
[The memory-Corrin had moved off to the far side of the arena, and had been joined by an elderly man in full armor and a young man a few years older than her, both armed.]
Gunter: I shall join you, milady. My lance arm is perhaps rusty but still serviceable. Jakob, will you join us well?
Jakob: Naturally. I couldn't allow someone of your advanced years to bear the burden alone. Lady Corrin, there is no need for you to soil your hands with this filth. Please relax and leave the fighting to us. Afterward, I will prepare you some tea.
[The memory Corrin looked grateful, but also rolled her eyes fondly at Jakob, before the three of them took to the field. On the far end, the two Hoshidans had been rearmed and were waiting to face them. The woman in furs stepped forward first, with the ninja man a few paces behind her.]
Rinkah: I am Rinkah! Daughter of the Flame Tribe’s honorable chieftain. What is your name, Nohrian princess?
Corrin: I’m Corrin.
[The ninja-man took a half-step surprise, shock visible on his face, though it only lasted a moment.]
Kaze: Corrin… Can it be?
[And Corrin's own expression turned to one of confusion.]
Corrin: Huh? Have you heard of me?
Kaze: … I am Kaze, a ninja of Hoshido. Show me what you can do.
[Meanwhile, King Garon had returned to his throne and was clearly tired of talking, slamming his hand against the arm of his seat to draw all eyes to him, then gesturing at the Hoshidans.]
Garon: Kill them all.