[He manages, to his credit, to keep his expression the same as she speaks of an Edelgard who won the war. Marrying Byleth... She did fancy the professor a great deal. Better than the other marriage he heard of. If Byleth had joined them that was always an inevitability. He knew this. So the dark mage swallows that information down and listens to the rest.
And despite how very angry and hateful he is. If there was anyone who could chip through that that thick wall he has protected himself with it would be Flayn. He doesn't want to be any less angry or wrathful, of course. He wants to keep that fire and lay waste to this horrible place he's been sent to and simply burn it all down.
He want this because he is... dead. And everyone speaks of Edelgard. Yes they saw her and knew her and befriended her... but she is not here. Not with him. They say how she did this and that. None of these have been the Edelgard that he died for but... happier ones. Happiness that his Lady should have always known. That he couldn't give to her no matter how much he wanted to.
And Flayn thanks him. Thanks him for things he did not do. Well, he did discover those things but he did not give any of that information to Claude. If it had been Claude who was invading him instead would he? ...Yes. He thinks he might have.
Her gentle thanks... It's like something has splintered deep inside. Maybe it was just something he needed to hear. He's not sure...
Hubert straightens up, his gloved hands clutching each other tightly behind his back. But there is no sinister aura that had been looming. The anger dulled, at least for the moment. He's sure there's someone out there that will have something to say, at some point, that will make him bear fangs. But not right now.]
My Lady Edelgard... [He is uncharacteristically hesitant in his question. But he takes a deep breath and pushes through.] She was happy in the time you knew her?
[She was not his, this Edelgard that Flayn had met. But still... if this is all the information he can have he will take it. He may never learn the fate of his own Emperor.] She was healthy and well? Did she smile often and-- [He struggles to keep his voice level. He will not crumble or shatter. Not because of anything Flayn has said. Not at all.] --you were truly her friend?
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And despite how very angry and hateful he is. If there was anyone who could chip through that that thick wall he has protected himself with it would be Flayn. He doesn't want to be any less angry or wrathful, of course. He wants to keep that fire and lay waste to this horrible place he's been sent to and simply burn it all down.
He want this because he is... dead. And everyone speaks of Edelgard. Yes they saw her and knew her and befriended her... but she is not here. Not with him. They say how she did this and that. None of these have been the Edelgard that he died for but... happier ones. Happiness that his Lady should have always known. That he couldn't give to her no matter how much he wanted to.
And Flayn thanks him. Thanks him for things he did not do. Well, he did discover those things but he did not give any of that information to Claude. If it had been Claude who was invading him instead would he? ...Yes. He thinks he might have.
Her gentle thanks... It's like something has splintered deep inside. Maybe it was just something he needed to hear. He's not sure...
Hubert straightens up, his gloved hands clutching each other tightly behind his back. But there is no sinister aura that had been looming. The anger dulled, at least for the moment. He's sure there's someone out there that will have something to say, at some point, that will make him bear fangs. But not right now.]
My Lady Edelgard... [He is uncharacteristically hesitant in his question. But he takes a deep breath and pushes through.] She was happy in the time you knew her?
[She was not his, this Edelgard that Flayn had met. But still... if this is all the information he can have he will take it. He may never learn the fate of his own Emperor.] She was healthy and well? Did she smile often and-- [He struggles to keep his voice level. He will not crumble or shatter. Not because of anything Flayn has said. Not at all.] --you were truly her friend?