[Dying once has loosened some of Bernadetta's deeply inset hesitation, and the sudden trip down memory lane has also shaken her more than a little. But...
Well, this is Edelgard. Say what you will about how imposing she is, or how brutal she is on the battlefield, or how viciously she can cut a man down in conversation. But Bernadetta has always known that if Edelgard ever wanted to kill her, it would either be done by Hubert in the dead of night, or unerringly forthright by her own hand, from the front.
Bernadetta might not be sleeping at all, tonight, but here and now she goes loose and lax and hugs Edelgard back, the way her uncle used to do for her.]
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Well, this is Edelgard. Say what you will about how imposing she is, or how brutal she is on the battlefield, or how viciously she can cut a man down in conversation. But Bernadetta has always known that if Edelgard ever wanted to kill her, it would either be done by Hubert in the dead of night, or unerringly forthright by her own hand, from the front.
Bernadetta might not be sleeping at all, tonight, but here and now she goes loose and lax and hugs Edelgard back, the way her uncle used to do for her.]