[She's. Quiet. Taking that in. Of course, Flayn knew of Those Who Slither in the Dark - they were gone by her memories, their dark and strange home utterly decimated. She takes a moment to rub one of her wrists in contemplation.
They really liked drawing blood from that wrist.]
...Well...I suppose if you needed an ally with strength...you picked the right one.
[It's not said with sarcasm or particular malice, but it is a sorrowful, pained sort of admission. Flayn was no fool, even if she didn't know everything about those who had hated and hunted her kind through the centuries.]
Do...do you know what I am, Edelgard?
[A silly question. Flayn knew that Edelgard knew, at least where she's from.]
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They really liked drawing blood from that wrist.]
...Well...I suppose if you needed an ally with strength...you picked the right one.
[It's not said with sarcasm or particular malice, but it is a sorrowful, pained sort of admission. Flayn was no fool, even if she didn't know everything about those who had hated and hunted her kind through the centuries.]
Do...do you know what I am, Edelgard?
[A silly question. Flayn knew that Edelgard knew, at least where she's from.]