[Benedikta glances over at him. Ah well, she certainly was not expecting this, and while she understands well where he is coming from, it also puts her in that very awkward position where she is stuck between wondering if she should offer platitudes or the truth. She never did know Dion well enough to be able to figure it out.
Well, she never was good at sugarcoating or comforting, so she opts for the truth.]
Perhaps it was a failure on your part.
[It had been on hers. She'd blinded herself to the truth for so long, hid it behind a veil when she a lot of what lay behind it. It was why she spent so long clinging to a life built on lies for her own self-preservation, and where did that get her?]
But I have been told that it was all orchestrated. Part of some grand plan that I still do not quite understand, nor do I care to anymore. All we can do is forge on and tell fate or the gods and kings or whomever to fuck right off.
[Never in a million years did she imagine she would be the one telling this to Dion Lesage, of all people. Cid has certainly rubbed off on her after all this time.]
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Well, she never was good at sugarcoating or comforting, so she opts for the truth.]
Perhaps it was a failure on your part.
[It had been on hers. She'd blinded herself to the truth for so long, hid it behind a veil when she a lot of what lay behind it. It was why she spent so long clinging to a life built on lies for her own self-preservation, and where did that get her?]
But I have been told that it was all orchestrated. Part of some grand plan that I still do not quite understand, nor do I care to anymore. All we can do is forge on and tell fate or the gods and kings or whomever to fuck right off.
[Never in a million years did she imagine she would be the one telling this to Dion Lesage, of all people. Cid has certainly rubbed off on her after all this time.]