[ Aymeric's voice is stern, resolute, despite his aching heart. He continues to clutch onto the sword's hilt tightly, as if embracing it back... As if that would assuage its hurts as they continue on. A deep breath, he looks over to where Meteion is. He sees Bass and Clarte, knowing they're simply apparitions—but their pain. It's real, isn't it?
... He remembers when he and Lucia would share the same hopes, or maybe it was she believed in him and his aspirations. Instinctively, he wants to have hope with her. Closing his eyes, he makes a decision. ]
Watch over the girl until a blond man comes to fetch her.
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Then I will go with him.
[ Aymeric's voice is stern, resolute, despite his aching heart. He continues to clutch onto the sword's hilt tightly, as if embracing it back... As if that would assuage its hurts as they continue on. A deep breath, he looks over to where Meteion is. He sees Bass and Clarte, knowing they're simply apparitions—but their pain. It's real, isn't it?
... He remembers when he and Lucia would share the same hopes, or maybe it was she believed in him and his aspirations. Instinctively, he wants to have hope with her. Closing his eyes, he makes a decision. ]
Watch over the girl until a blond man comes to fetch her.
[ Time to abandon child. ]