"Edelgard and Dimitri are both here," he confirmed with a nod. "Claude has been here as well, but sometimes, people disappear. Perhaps to be sent back to their own worlds, or perhaps for other reasons." There was a bit of a sadness in Ferdinand's voice. Dorothea, Lorenz, Linhardt... many a friend had come and gone. Some more than once.
He needed a change of subject from those thoughts. No good had ever come of dwelling on them. How long had he spent searching for Dorothea the first time she disappeared, only for her to reappear with different memories a few months later? It was both headache- and heartache-inducing.
"A lot has happened in five years, but I am afraid you could ask each of us what happened during that time, and you would get different responses," he informed her as he led her down a hallway with several identical-looking wooden doors, each of them numbered. "In the war that I fought in, the professor sided with Edelgard, and under that guidance, she chose a less destructive path than she otherwise might have. But the archbishop went mad with power, and when it became clear she would lose the war, Rhea set fire to Fhirdiad. But there are those who remember me fighting under the banner of the Kingdom or the Alliance instead, or perhaps meeting an untimely end."
He didn't like to talk about that. Not that it bothered him—the war was over from his point of view, and the Ferdinand von Aegir who died at the Great Bridge of Myrddin was a stranger to him—but he knew how much it had upset Constance in particular when he talked so cavalierly about his own hypothetical demise.
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He needed a change of subject from those thoughts. No good had ever come of dwelling on them. How long had he spent searching for Dorothea the first time she disappeared, only for her to reappear with different memories a few months later? It was both headache- and heartache-inducing.
"A lot has happened in five years, but I am afraid you could ask each of us what happened during that time, and you would get different responses," he informed her as he led her down a hallway with several identical-looking wooden doors, each of them numbered. "In the war that I fought in, the professor sided with Edelgard, and under that guidance, she chose a less destructive path than she otherwise might have. But the archbishop went mad with power, and when it became clear she would lose the war, Rhea set fire to Fhirdiad. But there are those who remember me fighting under the banner of the Kingdom or the Alliance instead, or perhaps meeting an untimely end."
He didn't like to talk about that. Not that it bothered him—the war was over from his point of view, and the Ferdinand von Aegir who died at the Great Bridge of Myrddin was a stranger to him—but he knew how much it had upset Constance in particular when he talked so cavalierly about his own hypothetical demise.