[He thought that he would. He really, truly thought he would. And yet, the moment he takes her slender wrist in his hand to hold her arm still while he cuts into her, he can't help but be taken aback at the stark difference in their size. Since when has Edelgard been so small?
It doesn't matter. Whatever her size may be, she's still responsible for throwing the world into chaos because she thinks she knows the one and only path for the people of Fódlan to take. He selects a sharp-looking blade and turns her arm so that her palm faces downward.
Because somehow, he doesn't want to slice her veins open. Not like this.]
Having fun with it wouldn't bring about redemption.
[That doesn't stop him from making sure that the cuts he makes are deep enough to scar as he begins to carve "arrogance" into her forearm. It's bitterly satisfying.]
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It doesn't matter. Whatever her size may be, she's still responsible for throwing the world into chaos because she thinks she knows the one and only path for the people of Fódlan to take. He selects a sharp-looking blade and turns her arm so that her palm faces downward.
Because somehow, he doesn't want to slice her veins open. Not like this.]
Having fun with it wouldn't bring about redemption.
[That doesn't stop him from making sure that the cuts he makes are deep enough to scar as he begins to carve "arrogance" into her forearm. It's bitterly satisfying.]