[ Not the best subject, it seems. For Yuri, his only family is his mother, and providing for her is a driving motivation. Her health is poor, yet he knows no other person in the world — in any world — possessed of her surpassing kindness and warmth. Yuri doesn't know how Hayame feels about her brother, but he suspects it's too complicated in her present state.
Chances are, she'll have no interest in later discussion, but that's to be expected. None of them are entitled to the particulars of each others' lives back home. Some matters are too personal or loaded to touch, for that matter. ]
We'll see our people again.
[ Yuri's voice is just as quiet and calm as before, but there's a firmness of belief there, one that comes of having faith. He doubts they've been told the truth. More than that, he suspects that those in charge are deceiving them. Even so, he has every intention of returning to those who depend on him — to the Abyssians, to his mother, and to the commoners who need a hand up in their harsh world.
Once the war is behind them, surely then... ]
Just got to get through this, yeah?
[ Yuri hasn't bothered telling anyone he harmonized with Meridian. Were it not for his use of magic, perhaps no one would even know the difference. He still doesn't remark upon it, even as he clears away the last of her scrapes and cuts with his healing magic. Once he finishes at last, the light glimmers away into nothing, and Yuri picks up his cloak. ]
You know, Byleth's about as able as me with healing, but I'd wager I'm more creative... A cleansing spell's got all kinds of handy applications.
[ He waits until he catches her eye before casting the spell, a small burst of glittering light that drains the blood from his cloak as though it were never there at all. Yuri scrutinizes it afterward, turning it about in his hands while his painted lips are drawn into a thoughtful frown. Then, once satisfied, he nods to himself. ]
See? Good as new.
[ With that said, he drapes the cloak back over her again. ]
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Chances are, she'll have no interest in later discussion, but that's to be expected. None of them are entitled to the particulars of each others' lives back home. Some matters are too personal or loaded to touch, for that matter. ]
We'll see our people again.
[ Yuri's voice is just as quiet and calm as before, but there's a firmness of belief there, one that comes of having faith. He doubts they've been told the truth. More than that, he suspects that those in charge are deceiving them. Even so, he has every intention of returning to those who depend on him — to the Abyssians, to his mother, and to the commoners who need a hand up in their harsh world.
Once the war is behind them, surely then... ]
Just got to get through this, yeah?
[ Yuri hasn't bothered telling anyone he harmonized with Meridian. Were it not for his use of magic, perhaps no one would even know the difference. He still doesn't remark upon it, even as he clears away the last of her scrapes and cuts with his healing magic. Once he finishes at last, the light glimmers away into nothing, and Yuri picks up his cloak. ]
You know, Byleth's about as able as me with healing, but I'd wager I'm more creative... A cleansing spell's got all kinds of handy applications.
[ He waits until he catches her eye before casting the spell, a small burst of glittering light that drains the blood from his cloak as though it were never there at all. Yuri scrutinizes it afterward, turning it about in his hands while his painted lips are drawn into a thoughtful frown. Then, once satisfied, he nods to himself. ]
See? Good as new.
[ With that said, he drapes the cloak back over her again. ]
Think you can get some water down?