[It's sickening. That nearly happened — it would have happened if not for the girl that stabbed him first, if not for Rodrigue shielding him. At that moment in time, he was no better than that rabid best charging across the battlefield in Hilda's memory, spearing everything that stepped in his path with his tusks until the blood he'd lost was beginning to equal the blood he spilled. He visibly flinches at that horrid final scream, bile rising in his throat. He almost vomits on the spot.
A monster like that doesn't deserve to live.
As the memory fades, he stares straight forward where it was, his single eye ablaze with hatred. But this time, that hatred isn't for Edelgard: it's for himself.]
You should not have had to see that, [he says, voice rough from swallowing down that vomit. He doesn't seem to be aware of how he looks.]
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A monster like that doesn't deserve to live.
As the memory fades, he stares straight forward where it was, his single eye ablaze with hatred. But this time, that hatred isn't for Edelgard: it's for himself.]
You should not have had to see that, [he says, voice rough from swallowing down that vomit. He doesn't seem to be aware of how he looks.]