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[Truthfully speaking, this Ball was nothing more than a glorified dance class in Linhardt's mind. They were practically obligated to attend and partake, dancing with people and exchanging smiles and pleasantries; a ball like this was at least somewhat important to the nobility, Linhardt was sure, but as far as he was concerned? He had no business here, and the first chance he could get out, he took gladly.
He wasn't altogether sure about where to go, honestly; he could certainly just turn in for the night on his bed, or get back to his crest research, but there was another curiosity that he wanted to take a look at; the Goddess Tower. The details were a little fuzzy in Linhardt's mind, but he had heard some so-called rumors about what happened within the tower. Something interesting would happen if two people entered the tower...was it that they would be blessed by the Goddess if they shared a vow, or that they would be cursed for defiling her tower? Linhardt couldn't really recall off the top of his head, as it wasn't a topic that interested him too much, but...well, it was an interesting research opportunity and there was certainly a first time for everything.
But of course, he knew very well he wasn't exactly destined for much in the love department. As far as he was concerned, the Goddess Tower would be a once in a lifetime napping spot, and Linhardt intended to take the bait. It was surprisingly quiet, though he didn't doubt that there were people waiting to come in and try to find their 'true love', as they would likely call it. Linhardt finds his way to a nice spot within the tower, settling himself in for what's likely to be an interesting sleep, if nothing else.
Who knows, maybe he'll get to eavesdrop on some unlucky sap within the tower before he nods off, or perhaps even hear someone find the love of their life. The latter would certainly be a nice thought, for one of the others, perhaps. That would at least be interesting to hear...]
He wasn't altogether sure about where to go, honestly; he could certainly just turn in for the night on his bed, or get back to his crest research, but there was another curiosity that he wanted to take a look at; the Goddess Tower. The details were a little fuzzy in Linhardt's mind, but he had heard some so-called rumors about what happened within the tower. Something interesting would happen if two people entered the tower...was it that they would be blessed by the Goddess if they shared a vow, or that they would be cursed for defiling her tower? Linhardt couldn't really recall off the top of his head, as it wasn't a topic that interested him too much, but...well, it was an interesting research opportunity and there was certainly a first time for everything.
But of course, he knew very well he wasn't exactly destined for much in the love department. As far as he was concerned, the Goddess Tower would be a once in a lifetime napping spot, and Linhardt intended to take the bait. It was surprisingly quiet, though he didn't doubt that there were people waiting to come in and try to find their 'true love', as they would likely call it. Linhardt finds his way to a nice spot within the tower, settling himself in for what's likely to be an interesting sleep, if nothing else.
Who knows, maybe he'll get to eavesdrop on some unlucky sap within the tower before he nods off, or perhaps even hear someone find the love of their life. The latter would certainly be a nice thought, for one of the others, perhaps. That would at least be interesting to hear...]
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Linhardt has had to do a lot to adapt to the world, after everything that happened with Hubert. He never really realized it until things became so awkward, but the man really was the driving force in getting him to join the empire, and stick this out for as long as he had. It was so much harder now to stay motivated, to keep himself awake when he wants to nap all day long and not have to deal with any of his responsibilities, and he wonders sometimes if he should just go out of his way to talk to Hubert and try to ask the reason why, all those years ago, he ran away.
Years pass, and Linhardt doesn't. He doesn't want to admit he's afraid of his feelings--his love, the long sought after solution he had found all of those years ago--being spurned yet again. He's not sure he could take it, and so, he distances himself. They work together when Her Majesty calls for it, but neither go out of their way to communicate to one another outside of official; their communication is practically done all through lackeys now, and it's so disconnected that the cord may as well be severed.
It can't be, though. Linhardt knows that as well as anyone, as he keeps communications with everyone in the Empire, and deals with noble disputes and the like. It's what he does best, now, something that Edelgard relies on him for, and he knows he needs to keep proving himself now. Even if it means he has to lose sleep more often than he'd like, it must be done. Her Majesty's will is what he needs to be focused on, and then he can have the retirement he's always dreamed of.
(But then what? It's not like he has anyone to share it with--)
Edelgard's orders send him to Fort Merceus, but it seems like a battle is already beginning; Linhardt is already rushing alongside several soldiers under his command, ready and willing to go. Linhardt prepares any and all spells, faith and reason both at his fingertips all too easily. He may still have a distaste for bloodshed, but he's shoved it all down for the sake of the future he's working towards. He's ready for anything.
Or so he thought. Of all of the people to see...well, it's fine. It's clearly fine, and though he doesn't really want to interact with the man--a man who's gotten older, who's changed, much like Linhardt himself has, he knows that they need to secure this fort.
He doesn't need to focus on any other feelings coming to a slow simmer inside him.]
Your orders, sir?
[It's very official. Very distanced in tone. If Hubert's the tactician, Linhardt will listen to him; he can comparmentalize for that.]
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He struggles to remember if there were any messages recently from anyone that could have hinted at this, but no, of course not. He remembers all of the important ones clearly, and nothing was ever said about Linhardt being sent to Fort Merceus. It must have been a recent order, then. Her Majesty surely sent him a message about it, but perhaps the messenger hasn't reached them yet, or worse, died before they could.
Regardless, this is the reality of the situation he faces now, and Hubert doesn't have the luxury of dealing with any emotions that might come with it.]
Tend to the right flank - there are injuries there and they don't have a healer. Keep them fighting; we cannot afford to have the line breached.
[Without even fully being aware of it, he's not only asked Linhardt to secure the area that Caspar once managed to sneak into, but he's also ordered Linhardt to stick to healing instead of placing him in a position where he could be forced to kill. It isn't to say that it won't happen, because war is unpredictable, but even now after all these years, some things don't change.
His tone is that of a commander and much colder than it used to be, however. There's no room for any emotions. Not now, not ever, and certainly not around Linhardt. He can't let that happen again.]
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[And on any other day, that would be that. Linhardt gives his utmost support to the right flank, healing spells pouring from his hands as the injured are mended before him. In a way, it's comforting; he's always been more at ease healing others from their injuries, and bolstering the right flank only means that they have more defense against the army ahead of them. Eventually they are all fighting fit again, however, and Linhardt fully intends to move again to ensure the rest of them can fight.
He's not expecting his next orders to come so soon, from a desperate soldier; the front lines need a healer, because theirs has fallen. Linhardt doesn't react much, simply assuring the soldier he will go to their aid. Nosferatu helps him as soldiers attempt to pass him by, the spell keeping him healthy as he makes his way forth. He'll ruminate on how easily they fall later, he needs to ensure that this fort doesn't fall, and the front lines are his priority.
Healing the injured who are close is easy, at the very least, but that doesn't mean it doesn't get more harrowing as the battle goes on. It's by luck that his healing path leads him towards Hubert, and his eyes catch something that he's not certain Hubert sees while he's presently occupied.
Some Alliance soldier with a bow in the trees--an assassin, Linhardt is sure, and a seemingly very experienced one at that. Between the soldiers Hubert already focused on and close to being overwhelmed by and the arrow attempting to come at him, come at his neck, or perhaps simply poison him, Linhardt reacts without even thinking.
Hubert will feel a strong tug as Warp is cast on him from behind, sending him back far enough that he won't be hit by any of the coming attacks. It doesn't stop Linhardt from taking the brunt, however; he's able to swiftly dodge some of them, but a lance to the leg sees him quickly crumble to the ground, the driven weapon staining his green ensemble with red.
Nosferatu isn't working; he must have overused it along the way. Linhardt can only fight off these soldiers for so long with Reason magic, but at least he's ensured the survival of the Emperor's right hand. That much is enough.
I don't ever want you to have to see battle. I don't need you to be my shield, I need you to be safe.
He's not sure why those words ring in his mind now, but he tries to push it from his mind.]
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Their healer is taken out by a well-placed arrow and Hubert's already issuing orders for them to find a replacement, quickly; if he falls here, the fort falls with him and he simply cannot afford that. Losing Fort Merceus would be a devastating blow to the Empire, and losing him would be an even bigger one. He's practically defenseless while he's casting, and he will not fall here. He cannot.
It doesn't occur to him until he sees a flash of green out of the corner of his eye that the healer closest to them is Linhardt.
He can feel his heart stop, suddenly very aware of just how many soldiers are nearby. They aren't particularly big threats to him, but the spell he's casting won't be ready for several more seconds, and that's plenty of time for something to happen to Linhardt. The moment the spell is ready, he casts it and delivers an absolutely devastating blow to the enemy forces.
And then he's suddenly being tugged away, by familiar Faith magic. He certainly didn't give any orders to be removed from the battlefield, why is he being tugged backwards—
An arrow flashes by where he stood moments before as the soldiers break through the last of his units and charge forward.]
Linhardt!
[He's running even before he sees the Alliance soldier's lance flash and Linhardt crumple. He's dead, isn't he? After all of this, all of his contributions to the Empire, to Her Majesty, and he's dead - just like that. But he can't be dead, he just can't be - there's still so much Hubert needs to say and apologize for and if Linhardt's really dead... what will he do with himself?
Focus. Focus. Now is not the time to get distracted.
The magic that flies from his fingertips is powerful, deadly, and he cuts down several enemies before he can reach Linhardt's side. The chaos that has broken free after his spell hit is enough to keep the others busy and there's a brief lull in the battle as he knees beside Linhardt.
Hubert is no healer and he doesn't even have the basics of Faith magic mastered, but he knows a terrible injury when he sees one. It isn't deadly - he can feel a surge of relief at that - but Linhardt's likely to bleed out at this rate. He tears the cape from his back and quickly wraps Linhardt's leg, wasting no time in picking the man up bridal style afterwards and turning around to the fort. His last orders are given in a rush before he departs.
Some part of him is vaguely aware that it's comforting to have Linhardt so close again, but he's not focused on that. His focus is on the infirmary and the only damn healer they have left in the fort. He hurries, Linhardt pressed tightly to him.]
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What he isn't prepared for is a devastating spell to come cutting across the enemy line, and Linhardt feels the spell he prepared fizzle out before he can cast it. He winds up seeing Hubert tear his cape, wrapping it around Linhardt's injured leg with some form of surprise; he was their most devastating fighter, what was he doing--]
Wait, what are you--
[It becomes clear, as soon as Linhardt feels himself being bridal carried, that his time on this battlefield is coming to a pause. He's pressed tightly to Hubert, unsure of what to feel or what to do--at least at first.
Hubert will feel multiple casts of Faith magic as he rushes Linhardt to the infirmary, Physic coming all too easily to Linhardt as he tries to keep people alive. He can't do too much--he already feels lightheaded from the blood loss, the shock--but unless ordered not to, he's going to keep trying. He has to.
It seems someone may have forgotten the meaning of moderation, again.]
Please, survive--don't let them break through, please--
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[Hubert doesn't usually raise his voice. He isn't the sort to shout, his voice has always carried well. He's also the sort to never let anything slip into his voice; even when his expressions falter, his voice almost never does.
The worry is obvious now.]
They'll be fine, and if they manage to march into the fort, I'll dispatch them myself. I'll destroy their entire army personally if I have to.
[The words are as rushed as his footsteps. He comes to the hallway where he found Linhardt so long ago, where Caspar met his unfortunate end, and he doesn't stop. The infirmary's just ahead—]
Don't you dare die on me.
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He's definitely not expecting Hubert's voice to raise, and for him to sound so worried, so openly worried--Linhardt protests, of course--]
I can't just leave them out there, I have to do something--
[But those rushed words, those promises Hubert makes--he hates to say that his resolve to pass out (if only to avoid the feeling of how warm and safe Hubert feels, feelings he thought long since died in him, and the recognition that this hallway brings that threatens to disgust him deeply) fades with them, and the magic in Linhardt's hand dissipates as Hubert wins yet again.]
...Fine. If those are your orders.
[It's distanced, but Linhardt is listening.]
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The healer on duty jumps and in moments she's on her feet and helping Hubert set Linhardt down on a cot. She wastes no time in getting to work; the familiar glow of Faith magic is comforting.
Linhardt won't die, not from blood loss at least. There's still the potential threat of the Alliance soldiers taking the fort, but he's fairly certain his own troops will win. Still, he positions himself near the door, where he can keep an eye on the hallway. At least, that was the plan, but even as he leans against the wall, arms folded, he finds himself staring at Linhardt more often than he would like.
He's alive, and he's going to live. He can feel his hands shaking and it takes all of his willpower to get them to stop.
The nurse does all that she can for Linhardt as he lingers near the door; she doesn't even look over to acknowledge him. It feels like an eternity passes, but eventually she pulls back, after having wrapped Linhardt's leg in proper bandages. She explains that he'll have to remain here for a few days until she can be sure the injury has healed and won't reopen, and it may take him a bit to walk properly again. The injury was bad, but she was able to get to it quickly enough that he shouldn't be left with anything more than some scarring.
With that said, she bows and departs for the back rooms, making up some excuse about how she has more work to do. It's probably obvious to her that they need their space and privacy to talk.
But now that they're alone, Hubert finds that he doesn't have anything to say.
While he thought Linhardt was dying, he'd been convinced he needed to talk to the man, to apologize and explain himself and right the past wrongs, but now... Now he can't find a damn word to say. It seems wrong to try to launch into that now, after four years of silence. After four awkward years of avoiding one another when possible. And even if he did find a way to explain himself and apologize, what would it matter? Linhardt could never have seen him that way, could never have loved him.
Even now the word love threatens to stir feelings that have long been buried, feelings he thought he'd done a damn good job of strangling. It's ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. Yet he finds he's not angry, just deeply disappointed. In himself, certainly, but not for the reasons he'd expect.
Once again, he's entirely too much of a coward to do or say anything. He can't lower the walls he's spent so long building to keep people out because he never learned how to let people in. Even Her Majesty isn't privy to his trust like that. Perhaps all of this - his inability to speak now, his frightened reaction and four years of silence that followed - is because he doesn't know how to trust.
It doesn't really matter, does it? It's not as though anything can fix what he's done. So he dismisses the thought - or at least tries to - and glances out at the hallway again, trying to make it look like he's intent on keeping watch.]
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How many nights has he spent clinging to Nyx, the only physical thing Hubert gave him that he's tried to get rid of so many times, only to wind up clinging to her at night when sleep couldn't find him?
Linhardt's mind wanders while the healer on duty mends him, and he can barely register her talking to him as his wound is mended--though he does offer her a tired smile once she's done, and a small whisper of thanks. Of course, then she leaves, and he's left alone with the reason these last four years have been hell incarnate.
There's a battle outside, there's the very real possibility that they could lose this fort and Hubert's just standing outside of his room. Menacingly. It'd be almost sweet if it didn't reopen old wounds--old reminders of the way things used to be, before those long, long years of silence. There's a sense of longing there that Linhardt can't ignore either, and he doesn't quite care for it. In some ways, he wishes his feelings could deaden and dry up like Hubert's did; it'd make the pain of this much easier to bear.
Linhardt's not sure what to say, and for a while, he doesn't--there's lingering bitterness, regret, all of the things left unsaid, and Linhardt doesn't know where to start.
He winds up saying the first thing on his mind.]
All of this effort for one person is rather excessive, don't you think?
[He curses, inwardly, but he knows this is how it should be. (He thinks this is how it should be.) Linhardt's tone is calm, attempting to flatten the barbs and press down the bitterness in his tone, and he doesn't even spare Hubert a glance.
He should really be back out there, securing the fort. That's more important than even Linhardt is, at this point.]
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He used to be good at hiding it, until he'd started to let Linhardt in. Now everything's been reset back to the way it should be.
The words do bother him, far more than he could ever let on. Linhardt is right. Of course he's right. He knows that all of this to save Linhardt is pointless; Linhardt may be important to their plans but he's not essential. He could be replaced if need be. Not that he'd want to try to find someone as intelligent or skilled, but in theory it could be done.
The idea almost makes him recoil.
It might seem like he's not going to respond - and he does consider just leaving it there without acknowledgement - but eventually he finds something to say as he turns his attention back to the hallway.]
For most people, yes. There aren't many who would be worth all this effort.
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He wants Hubert to leave. (He wants Hubert to come in and close the door.) He wants Hubert to focus on securing the damn fort and not his borderline useless ass. (He wants Hubert to pick him up again and keep him there, despite all of the pain.) He wants to go back to forgetting about all of this and shut himself away to deal with noble bullshit. (He wants to tell Hubert how he feels, how he's felt, so badly it hurts--)]
Should I be charmed that I could possibly be the reason that Fort Merceus falls?
[His feelings are a confused mess, he wants Hubert to go because it's reawakening those feelings inside of him and no, never again, he refuses to do this again--]
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Do you really think I would risk letting the fort fall into enemy hands? Have you learned nothing about my tactics?
[In other words, he's got a backup plan, and a backup plan for that backup plan. None of them are his preferred plan, and admittedly he'd be doing a lot more good out there than he is in here, but...
But he can't leave. Linhardt is okay for now, yes, but if he leaves and someone else slips into the fort again... He can't let it happen. He can't lose Linhardt.
What is he thinking - he can't lose the fort. He can't afford to have anything happen to the fort. He's already lost more battles than he cares to count, and the only "victories" he's had recently are stalemates. His tactics are no longer good enough and his strength can only carry them so far. Putting the fort at risk like this is stupid, possibly the stupidest decision he's ever made in his life.
(Or was it agreeing to test that wish in the Goddess Tower with Linhardt? That's what led them to this mess, isn't it? Wouldn't that be the stupidest decision he's ever made?
...No. It isn't. Not by a long shot.)
He folds his arms but doesn't turn back away this time. While he's usually good at keeping his voice under control, the anger is obvious.]
The Empire will not lose this fort. Do not insult me like that again.
[If this had been back when they were at the academy, maybe it could have been a threat. There's no threat behind it now, though, and he's sure Linhardt knows it.]
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Why are you even in here to begin with? What is so important about this room that it's worth leaving your own soldiers out there to potentially die for?
[That's openly venomous, and were Linhardt's leg not injured, he'd be walking over and giving Hubert a piece of his goddamn mind; as it stands he's actively looking at Hubert. He doesn't know what to think of Hubert now. Everything he thought he knew of the man was turned on it's head so many times that Linhardt's own head was left spinning, and now it's all coming to a boil that Linhardt doesn't usually get to--]
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You're in here.
[It's bitter, angry, from four years of resentment and frustration and none of it is aimed at Linhardt himself. Just like always, Hubert lashes out, to protect the walls he's so painstakingly built.
It only occurs to him once that's out there that he... really shouldn't have said that, um. He hesitates, visibly torn between doubling down and releasing all the pent up frustration or turning and fleeing the damn room. The former is not helpful. The latter is not helpful.
Just. Give him a moment. He'll sort out how he wants to proceed in a moment, he's got this—]
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Why am I suddenly so important now?
[...Oh goddess, Linhardt wants to Die, why can't Warp just work on himself??? Let him yeet his way out of this godsforsaken place and never return, ever again, unless Her Majesty somehow orders it--
Linhardt's expression is a rather withering glare, but there's...something delicate there, something bubbling up that he really doesn't want to get out, so he's stuffing it behind his walls in a bid to drown it out.]
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He starts toward the door, mind already made up. He's going to leave, and he's not going to look back, and this will be the end of it. The final nail in the coffin. After this, there won't be any going back.
And then something incredibly stupid occurs to him and he pauses. He's going to march out this door without his cape, which completely ruins his outfit.
Okay, so that's not exactly what occurs to him - it's more like he willingly sacrificed an important piece of his outfit for someone he (loves) cares deeply about and he's willing to throw that all away - he's willing to throw a second chance away - all for his pride. All because he can't possibly bear to admit he was wrong and lower the walls just a tiny bit.
He exhales, then turns back around. His hands are clasped behind his back so Linhardt won't see how bad they're shaking.]
Do you think I would put everything on the line to save you if you weren't important?
[It's... more of a question than he'd care to admit. It's tentative, almost hesitant, and while his expression is steeled as always, there's no anger in it anymore.]
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But then Hubert turns around and asks him that, and Linhardt's not sure what he's doing with his face but he knows it needs to stop. His eyes shut, and he averts his face so he doesn't have to face it.]
...Why are you asking me? You act like I'm supposed to know the answer to this, but after...
[Linhardt shudders, crossing his arms in an attempt to calm himself.]
...After all of these years, am I important?
[To you is the important bit he leaves out.]
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Of course Linhardt's important. Her Majesty has said so herself - perhaps not to his face, but to Hubert, and undoubtedly to plenty of her other subordinates. She values his insight and intellect, and his ability to get results out of stubborn nobles is impressive. Linhardt is incredibly important, and it's difficult to imagine where they'd be without him.
...But that's not what Linhardt's asking.
He takes a moment to breathe, to steady himself and his thoughts before replying.]
Of course you are. You never stopped being important.
[It's as he says it that he realizes just how true it is - just how often his thoughts have been with Linhardt, whether he was aware of it or not. He spent so much time figuring out Linhardt's whereabouts under the guise of wanting to avoid him; he fought carefully in battles so he wouldn't have to be healed; he never overworked himself so he wouldn't faint. Every single thing circles back to Linhardt in some way, even when he spent so much time convincing himself it didn't.
Honestly, he feels a little foolish for not having realized it sooner.]
What happened that day, I...
[This is the part where an apology should happen, because at the very least he owes Linhardt that much. Sweets certainly can't save him now and this is more than some barbed words flung at Linhardt in a feeble attempt to protect himself.
But even words aren't enough, and he's fully aware of that.
In the end, he lets it hang there, unable to push forward despite wanting to - needing to - and his nails bite so hard into his palms they would have drawn blood were he not wearing gloves.]
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Then why? Why?
[Linhardt's tone isn't taking that calm that he used to whenever the tears began to start. No, it's shaking fiercely, and he's starting to lose his nerve. But he can't let it down, he can't let down his walls, he won't let his heart break again--]
Why wasn't I important enough for you to listen to me before running off?!
[It's barbed. It's angry. It's four years of pent up frustrations coming to the surface, and he knows he shouldn't shout, his voice already feels so hoarse and Linhardt's never really shouted a day in his life.
He doesn't know what to do with himself, so taking it out on Hubert is clearly the best idea. Probably.]
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Things have changed, and it's far too late for him to go back to the way things once were.]
...I was scared.
[It's not easy to admit, and it's not going to get any easier to talk about. He folds his arms and finds himself looking away. He can't look at Linhardt right now, he can't watch him cry or he'll be tempted to approach and that's the last thing either of them need right now.]
The only person I have ever allowed myself to get close to is Her Majesty. Even then, I keep far too many secrets from her. With you things were... different. I meant it when I said you were my friend.
[...Were? Are? He doesn't know.]
I didn't realize until that moment just how important you were to me. I was convinced I had ruined everything. Ironic, I know.
[gj hubert]
I couldn't bear the thought of losing you, but I wasn't sure how to reconcile our relationship with everything else in my life. How could I serve Her Majesty to my fullest if I had an attachment that could influence my decisions? How could I possibly let anyone in enough to be a decent partner when I can't even trust Her Majesty?
How could I further put you in harm's way?
[It's difficult and slow going, but the words begin to come easier, faster. His grip on his sleeves is far too tight, but after a moment one hand comes up to cover the bottom half of his face.]
I thought it would be best to sever the ties completely. For both of us. And even once I'd realized what a terrible mistake I'd made, how could I possibly apologize after what I did to you? How could I explain myself, and admit to my failings as a person? How could I ever...
[His breath hitches and it suddenly feels like he can't get any more words out. For a brief moment, the shields crack, and his shoulders shake.]
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Maybe it helps that this is the most open he's ever seen Hubert in his life. It's clearly so difficult for him to get this much out, that he's never been able to really trust anyone outside of Edelgard--and even then, that trust is strained. It's something he never expected from Hubert, really; he figured that he told her everything, not that even he held secrets from her, and somehow, that's...actually comforting, in some ways.
(In others, it makes Linhardt feel so stupid. Why didn't he realize that sooner?)
Linhardt winds up listening the whole way through, his face neutralizing some as he uses the long sleeves of his new outfit to dry his eyes. He'll be fine now--now that he knows Hubert is trying, at least, to explain his thought processes and what the hell was running through his mind. And honestly, all at once, it hits Linhardt that while Hubert has amazing battling and tactical abilities, he's...very, very stupid in regards to his feelings.
...Not that he's much better in that regard, and that may be the first bit of self-awareness he's ever had in regards to his own understanding of emotions.]
...You've always been trying to protect me in your own way, haven't you.
[Linhardt's chuckle is soft, the first soft thing he's said in a while. It's not a question, though; Linhardt knows better than anyone that he has. He's not sure where to start with this, but...]
I was so-- [He thinks for a moment, trying to find the proper word.] --anguished, you know. Crushed, for such a long time. Because I had finally found the answer I was looking for, when that happened; through you I understood what I felt, and all at once it felt...torn from me. I let that cloud my judgement and affect my work, and I tried to run away from it myself. The realization, the pain it caused...everything. Because I couldn't handle the thought that I could possibly be wrong about this...to say nothing of it being quite inappropriate for a time of war.
[...It's not quite an apology, but it's...closer, really, than he's come before.]
...What you're doing right now is a good start at confronting this, I will say. [He looks directly at Hubert, tipping his head.] And I do understand what you are trying to say...I think. I think you should be a touch more clear, but...
[lin try to have some tact, the man is Trying]
...I have a proposal for you.
[--WAIT he raises his hands in the air, almost flailing a bit.]
Not--not something quite...that, but...an idea, if you will.
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I have.
[He meant what he said, he has never needed or wanted Linhardt to be a shield. All he's wanted is to protect him, and in some ways, shoving him away with such force seemed like the kinder option than failing him repeatedly. It's stupid now, but at the time he had been able to justify it to himself.
Hubert still doesn't look over as Linhardt explains, but eventually his shoulders stop shaking and he's able to fold his arms again.]
I... I never should have done that to you.
[It's not quite an apology, but the words he needs for that don't come. Maybe someday he can manage it.
He does look over at the last part, though he settles once Linhardt clarifies. He didn't really think it was a proper proposal anyway, but the wording...]
I'll hear it. What do you have in mind?
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.......Okay, realistically, only mildly better but look, Linhardt has weaknesses okay--]
This war is likely going to continue for a long while yet. Between the stalemates and the nobles seeming to rile up at every opportunity--I'll explain in a while, but needless to say, if you haven't heard, House Varley isn't pleased with recent events, but I digress--we've much work to do for Her Majesty. I know well that such a thing could likely only bring us more pain, should we pursue it to it's logical conclusion; be it from us worrying over one another, or the nobility attempting to use us to their advantage. Tactically, it is sound to avoid such a thing...
[Linhardt speaks of the elephant in the room so clinically that it almost sounds like a disease.]
...So let us avoid it, for now. Not shelve it completely, but avoid it; let us come back to it once our war is won, when we can truly bask in the new world that we have created. Where we may be able to pursue what we wish, and where we may see where it takes us, if anywhere at all. Perhaps we can see properly if this will hold true, until the end.
And when we come to a conclusion together...let us meet in the Goddess Tower again, to discuss our findings.
Would that be acceptable?
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The Goddess Tower, huh...? Linhardt had gotten his wish, hadn't he? What a silly thing to be thinking right now...]
I'd like that. You're right - there's far too much at stake here right now. There's plenty we have left to do, and once Her Majesty has succeeded in winning this war... then we can discuss it.
[It's a good offer, a safe one. He's comfortable in agreeing to it. But something still causes him to hesitate.]
...Would you prefer to... remain distant until that point?
[...this is the most round-about way to ask "are we still friends".]
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[Linhardt smiles a bit, glad that Hubert is understanding him clearly. But then comes the true question.
Linhardt knows he should offer it some consideration; consideration for the walls he's built up, ones that are slowly crumbling after such an open question. His resolve has always broken so easily when near Hubert...
Linhardt winds up holding out one of his hands.]
Hm, no. I'd like to close some of that distance, if you would be so inclined.
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