[ Hey Martin quick question what you mean he 'needs to feed on accounts of fear-based trauma'
(Un)fortunately Lucina doesn't quite have the context I have to understand how fucked up this is; so she gives a quiet, contemplative hum of her own, filing the information in her head to pick at later. Something about the juxtaposition between needing to feed on ... fear? And the nonchalant way Martin's chosen to talk about it is keeping from being as alarmed as she could be. ( Besides, something about him seems embarrassed, and maybe it's for the best that she doesn't pry; they've only just met, after all. )
Which, of course, means that she needs to end up talking about herself. She doesn't mind it, it wouldn't be the first time, it's just... not exactly going to lift the mood. Not exactly polite company material. Hmm. ] We've been embroiled in a war for most of my life. There's a prophecy... the Fell Dragon is resurrected once every thousand years in an attempt to destroy the world, and the only people who can stop it are the royal family chosen by the Divine Dragon. [ Which is. Her. But saying that out loud also feels a little weird, so she lets it pass.
( There's a lot she's leaving unsaid; the whole story is honestly unbelievable, even by her standards. Maybe another time. ) ] Though we were victorious... I suppose it's been about two months since.
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(Un)fortunately Lucina doesn't quite have the context I have to understand how fucked up this is; so she gives a quiet, contemplative hum of her own, filing the information in her head to pick at later. Something about the juxtaposition between needing to feed on ... fear? And the nonchalant way Martin's chosen to talk about it is keeping from being as alarmed as she could be. ( Besides, something about him seems embarrassed, and maybe it's for the best that she doesn't pry; they've only just met, after all. )
Which, of course, means that she needs to end up talking about herself. She doesn't mind it, it wouldn't be the first time, it's just... not exactly going to lift the mood. Not exactly polite company material. Hmm. ] We've been embroiled in a war for most of my life. There's a prophecy... the Fell Dragon is resurrected once every thousand years in an attempt to destroy the world, and the only people who can stop it are the royal family chosen by the Divine Dragon. [ Which is. Her. But saying that out loud also feels a little weird, so she lets it pass.
( There's a lot she's leaving unsaid; the whole story is honestly unbelievable, even by her standards. Maybe another time. ) ] Though we were victorious... I suppose it's been about two months since.