I do not wish to see the Relic, human. I want to see my child's remains.
[She pushed herself off the wall, ignoring the stiffness that pulled at her neck and shoulders from the awkward position she had dozed in. She didn't bother correcting Claude on the name - Failnaught was an Agarthan fabrication, a final papercut on an otherwise spearing emotional blow. She refused to so much as acknowledge it.]
You mentioned before, what you could do to gain my trust, and during my repose I have pondered the question. My earlier sentiment stands: humans lack the capacity to be trusted whenever power enters the equation in any format. However, as history has proven...
[She seemed to struggle with her words for a moment, like it was taking actual physical effort for her to set aside her pride to admit through gritted teeth:]
I am. capable. of. being wrong.
[She had been wrong about the Agarthan snake Shez, and she had been wrong about the Agarthans in a whole other way. She had been wrong about so many things, tiny little things, that had culminated into an irreparable disaster. Those gullible fools who prayed at the altar of the fictitious goddess that bore Sothis's name had no idea how fallible the gods were. She wished she was as omniscient and omnipotent as they believed her to be. So much could have been avoided. So much could have been fixed. But it was in the past, and beyond even her reach now.]
Which brings me to my... request. [Not demand, as much as she wished to phrase it as such. This was a test of sorts.] My understanding of Byleth's memories tells me that it is possible items from our timestream may appear in this land. If we survive this ritual and return to how things were, there is a chance that- your Relic, will wash up on these figurative shores. If they do, I request that you return them to me.
no subject
[She pushed herself off the wall, ignoring the stiffness that pulled at her neck and shoulders from the awkward position she had dozed in. She didn't bother correcting Claude on the name - Failnaught was an Agarthan fabrication, a final papercut on an otherwise spearing emotional blow. She refused to so much as acknowledge it.]
You mentioned before, what you could do to gain my trust, and during my repose I have pondered the question. My earlier sentiment stands: humans lack the capacity to be trusted whenever power enters the equation in any format. However, as history has proven...
[She seemed to struggle with her words for a moment, like it was taking actual physical effort for her to set aside her pride to admit through gritted teeth:]
I am. capable. of. being wrong.
[She had been wrong about the Agarthan snake Shez, and she had been wrong about the Agarthans in a whole other way. She had been wrong about so many things, tiny little things, that had culminated into an irreparable disaster. Those gullible fools who prayed at the altar of the fictitious goddess that bore Sothis's name had no idea how fallible the gods were. She wished she was as omniscient and omnipotent as they believed her to be. So much could have been avoided. So much could have been fixed. But it was in the past, and beyond even her reach now.]
Which brings me to my... request. [Not demand, as much as she wished to phrase it as such. This was a test of sorts.] My understanding of Byleth's memories tells me that it is possible items from our timestream may appear in this land. If we survive this ritual and return to how things were, there is a chance that- your Relic, will wash up on these figurative shores. If they do, I request that you return them to me.