Breakfast at Massimo

[solidor_scion]

location: patio outside Massimo, world 1

I had been unprepared for the Lady Ashe's sudden attack. Although I had always treated her with respect, she knew that I prefered not to use the titles to which I was born. Al-Cid knew this, and thus used them to tease me, but I had never looked for nor wanted them from Vaan and Penelo, the latter of whom

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[dalmascan_dream]

- change?

Larsa, nothing changes. I hoped, ached, I stepped here, I found myself trapped - I decided, derided - I dreamed that here at last things might change, that I could forget, live -

But you. Are here. Basch - ah! - no. Noah. Fran is here. We are again but mummers in a play where our roles are the same, again, and again, and you leap with joy back into yours; the conducter, orchestrating events.

Larsa, do you never wish for a thing you might never otherwise know? Do you never wish to be, just, only, a youth, not an Emperor?

This setting-aside of titles for names disconcerts: Larsa is emperor even stripped of his clothes, Larsa is Solidor even stripped of his setting.

You speak of hurt, Larsa, hurt, hurt, as though hurt bears only one form, as though hurt happens and heals and disdains to linger. Hurt, Larsa, hurt - You gave me back my kingdom when I had claimed it already. I bled for it, but you handed it to me as though it was your right to do so. I would have died for it, lied for it, killed for it, and you

[a_lying_regret]

Have you both not realize that Dalmasca was rung freed by both of you? Hand you your kingdom? He has not, Lady Ashe.

You stand speak in a mocking tone to a fellow ally who challenged the very fabric of that horrid war to bring peace to the lands of Ivalice where many us could not even fathom such a thought!
You tell me now that such guilt ridden hatred is not present within in your heart and yet you speak like this?!

Has neither you learned anything? This war...that conflict was all caused by needless pride and arrogance! Shall a second misunderstanding cause a rift between the two of you?

I am not one to speak of peace, I am not one to demand words over revengeful blades but what is this I am seeing now?

Mistrust after so much has happened? It is a bit late for mistrust!?

Forgive for speaking out of term but I merely do not understand any of this sudden talk.

[a_lying_regret]

...Your worlds trouble me, Larsa.
What is has transpired since we last spoke?

This discomfort between you and the Lady Ashe, is quite disturbing for you are the very one who defended her when Vayne did not.

Has alliances changed once more?

[dalmascan_dream]

The lines blur in my mind, Noah, they blur as do your features.

Who am I, am I Dalmasca? Am I Ashe? Is Larsa Archades, or is he merely Larsa? Can we even be distinct as such? Do I need defending? The very fact that it took one of the Empire to break the Empire's hold...ah, this is circular, frustrating, an inept thought! I desist.

Dalmasca is Archades wary ally. We do not doubt the Empire's peace is one that lasts for only as long as Larsa's whim does. Larsa we trust, perhaps; the Empire we do not.

Ashe mistrusts Larsa, he who sits back and watches while others do his bidding. Talk has made mention of 'someone' controlling this place, our presence here; I suspect...

Ashe...Ashe is resentful of Larsa, because at his side he holds Basch, he who should be at myside. And when he returns, who will wait but Basch?

When I return, who will be there?

Here I thought to be Ashe, alone; Ashe, anew.

And instead Larsa makes me into Dalmasca and Ashe, and angry and sad, and lonely

[solidor_scion]

I know not what cause Lady Ashe such anger, but she speaks of plots, and manipulations, and force, and directs her comments to Larsa and Solidor alike.

What trap she dreams I caught her in, I know not. But it grieves me that an ally, a friend even, should scorn me so, and yet waste none of her rage on you, with whom she has more right to anger.

I don't not wish her anger upon you, but the lack of it disturbs me more.

[a_lying_regret]

...Is that so? Then perhaps I understand nothing of what is transpiring here.

[ooc: congrats on leaving Noah a tad bit speechless, Ashe and Larsa! lol He has no idea what to say that.]