[He closes his eyes, another wavering breath forced from his lungs. He counts down in his mind, tries to pull back the calm, unflappable mask he's always hidden behind.
History from the victors was always different from history of the fallen. Dorothea wasn't a commander--wasn't a soldier. She was powerful of course, a force to be reckoned with--but not for killing. She wasn't a general, like himself, or the Professor, or Edelgard.
A commoner pulled by the puppet strings of a noble's game.]
I'm sure she would have loved it. [He sighs, eyes open once again to face her reality.] You say I nearly met my end by the Professors sword?
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History from the victors was always different from history of the fallen. Dorothea wasn't a commander--wasn't a soldier. She was powerful of course, a force to be reckoned with--but not for killing. She wasn't a general, like himself, or the Professor, or Edelgard.
A commoner pulled by the puppet strings of a noble's game.]
I'm sure she would have loved it. [He sighs, eyes open once again to face her reality.] You say I nearly met my end by the Professors sword?