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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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Their battle against the Alliance was perhaps a harrowing, as despite the smaller numbers, Claude's tactical prowess was something to be feared. Linhardt's own hands had practically ached from all of the Faith magic he was casting to ensure that everyone stayed alive--it helped that Marianne and Mercedes were taking some of the burden off of him to keep everyone alive, but it still proved to be a challenge. They proved triumphant, however, as the front lines broke through and her Majesty spared Claude in her benevolence. With that, the troops were riding high off their win, and they celebrated.
(Word of Claude's escape soon reached them, and Linhardt certainly had an interesting time of attempting to reassure Marianne that this wasn't her fault; he still wasn't very good at empathy, but he did manage enough to ensure that the woman didn't lose complete heart and go back to her old ways of looking at herself because of this.
Because even so, Linhardt was sure that even if they found Claude again, he wouldn't get that same mercy a second time.)
Soon, they'll be attacking Fhirdiad; come the morning, their armies will clash, and it will be a true test to see who would reign supreme. Linhardt was very confident in the Empire's odds; he knew better than to prematurely celebrate or grow overconfident, however. Hubris was the killer of man, and Linhardt was more than prepared to ensure that their troops would face minimal losses tomorrow. And if he had to fight for it...he was prepared for that, too. He had to be. Soon, everything would change, and perhaps he could finally say everything he was feeling--
Hubert catches Linhardt when he's in the middle of some light reading...or well, was. His face is right down on the book, and while he startles a bit at hearing his name called (raising his head, feeling the book slowly peel off his face and plop back down on the desk), he smiles when he sees who it is.]
Ah, Hubert....please, come in. [His tent is thankfully not nearly as messy as he'd keep his room, at the very least, as Linhardt gestures him inside; he's still waking up a bit, so he's not getting up yet.] I'm surprised to see you in here, considering what tomorrow is to bring...how are you feeling?
[He knows that Hubert is likely keeping a confident front, and frankly, Linhardt doesn't blame him. But if there are nerves under the surface...perhaps they could stand to be dispelled.]
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Anyway, the tents are fairly large, but they aren't like the dorm rooms with a wall for him to lean against. So he ends up just sort of... awkwardly standing near the tent flap, folding his arms when he realizes he doesn't know what to do with his hands.]
I thought it would be good to come check on you; I didn't mean to wake you.
[It's not really an apology, though. Even if he'd noticed before speaking he still would have woken Linhardt.]
I'm fine. I came to check to see if you're prepared.
[His worries have already started to melt away, becoming nothing more than a quiet hum in the back of his mind. If Linhardt is able to fall asleep so easily right before the final battle, then surely there's nothing to worry about. They're so close to the end, it isn't as though they're going to fail now, not after everything they've been through.]
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No, no, it's fine...I didn't quite mean to turn in this early, but I suppose sleep decided to come for me instead...
[Linhardt does wind up sitting up a bit on his bedroll, though, nodding his head firmly. He's pretty sure the answer is already obvious.]
I am. More than, in fact; I'm prepared to ensure our army--and her Majesty--complete victory tomorrow. Really, I...I'm looking forward to it.
[...]
After all, I do have a promise I need to make good on.
[There's a bit of a knowing smile there.]
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As do I. I'm looking forward to that more than I am to the war being over.
[It's perhaps a bit too honest, and maybe those words would be a bit concerning from someone else, but Linhardt knows he excels on the battlefield, this probably isn't surprising at all.]
Don't start preparing victory speeches for Her Majesty just yet, though. Dimitri may not be a strategist like Claude, but I have no doubts they'll be prepared for us. We'll need to be careful.
[There's something there that he wants to say, but isn't sure how to put it into words. He hesitates, but doesn't continue.]
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[Linhardt? Linhardt is giving no fucks about how honest he's being. He's definitely all too pleased with that statement, though.]
I don't plan to, believe me; the last thing we need to do is drop our guard now. We need to keep ourselves prepared for everything, so that we may assure our victory. Only once that is done, may we prepare our speeches in Her honor.
[Linhardt notices Hubert's hesitation, however, and tips his head.]
...Is there something else, Hubert? I am willing to listen.
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Well, there's no point in hesitating. Linhardt's already caught on. He takes a step forward so he's closer to Linhardt, but doesn't really know what to do once he's there.
He hesitates again, suddenly unsure of himself. It's silly, really...]
I have something to ask of you. Will you...
[He exhales slowly.]
...Will you promise me that you will remain safe?
[It isn't something they can promise, he knows that. But...]
I understand that you will always try to heal as many people as you can. But should danger come your way... will you promise me that you will do all you can to protect yourself? I don't...
[His words trail off there, and he suddenly isn't sure if he wants to continue. This all sounds so silly. Here they are, standing on the edge of victory, and he's worried about something like this.]
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It's a valid concern, really. Linhardt is almost always focused on healing the wounded, though it helps that there are many wounded to heal; it isn't as if Linhardt has many issues with defending himself, if needed. But if this is truly eating away at Hubert, and worrying him so...
Well, Linhardt can't let that abide. He stands up, looking up at the taller man before placing a hand on his shoulder.]
I promise that I will. You won't lose me; I will do everything I can to ensure that I come back alive. And if defending myself is necessary, I will, in a heartbeat. You may count on that.
[...Linhardt seems to look down after that, his look going worried as well, before looking back up.]
Just promise me you'll do the same, Hubert. I... [...] I don't know what I would do if I lost you.
[Oh that's. Remarkably candid, damn.]
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His eyes dart, but his expression's gentle.]
You won't lose me. I promise. I will always be here by your side.
[He rests a hand over the one on his shoulder and it takes all of his willpower not to pull Linhardt closer.]
I don't... I can't imagine what I would do if something were to happen to you.
[He still can't look at Linhardt as he says it. It's honest, and so open it leaves him feeling defenseless.]
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This war will be over soon, and then he'll get to say everything. And maybe...just maybe, Hubert may reciprocate.]
...Thank you. I...
[He pauses a bit, looking down.]
I don't want to be left alone, when this war is over. I've always been afraid, whenever we step into these battles--that I'll lose sight of you, and that I won't be able to do anything before something happens to you. It terrifies me, despite the confidence I have in you, and your skills...that in one moment, it could all be torn away, and...
[He shakes a bit. Hubert's next words get him to calm some, and look up.]
...Me neither. I think I'd be pretty lost without you. [...] No, I'm...I'm certain I would be.
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His hand finds the side of Linhardt's face and lingers there for a moment before he brushes his fingers back into beautiful green hair.]
You won't ever have to worry about that, Linhardt. Nothing in this world could take me from you. I won't allow it.
[It's so easily said, as though he really does have the power to make sure that it happens. His magic is deadly - perhaps some of the strongest in the army - but that doesn't mean he's infallible. He knows that all too well. But he also knows that reassurance is what Linhardt needs right now, and so there isn't a trace of doubt or concern.]
Her Majesty will be with me. She's the strongest soldier in our army and no one will be able to get close. I understand your fear, but you won't be left alone.
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Thank you. Thank you...
[It does assure him, so very much.]
I know she'll keep you safe, if I am not there too. And...I vow not to die on you, either. You're free to hold me to that.
[He smiles and lets his eyes slide closed, gripping Hubert's shoulder.]
I want to keep that promise to you so badly...and I know it will be worthwhile, once this war has subsided. And so, I will do everything in my power to stay alive--just as I know you will.
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[...Well, okay, theoretically Her Majesty could order him not to go, but that's not going to happen and he really doesn't want to think about that, so! Close enough.
He'll continue to gently run his hand through Linhardt's hair, just like he's wanted to so many times before. It's intimate - possibly too intimate - but he doesn't want to stop.]
I will hold you to that. As soon as I can, I'll find you. We'll have much to celebrate after our victory.
[The words are confident, the earlier doubt and worry slipping away entirely.]
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That kind of promise and all of that hairplaying is just making Lin absolute putty right now, he doesn't even care if it's too intimate. He doesn't want it to end, he doesn't want this moment to have to end--]
As will I. I can't wait to celebrate it with you...the new world that Her Majesty will usher in, and that we'll have survived it. That we'll be able to celebrate it freely, and...compare our findings, in the tower...
[Their findings about their feelings, anyway!! It totally counts, and Linhardt sounds utterly reverent.]
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I look forward to seeing how our notes match up.
[But on a more serious note...]
I know our jobs will not be over with the end of the war, but I look forward to seeing where we go next. Her Majesty will still have plenty for us to do... but I am willing to put that aside whenever we have the opportunity to meet at the tower.
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He's getting too excited thinking about this. Just one day more. Just one day more, and he can act on those feelings.]
I do too. I know that this new world will not be easy to navigate, but with her guidance and our work...we will create a path forward. That much, I am certain of.
[He smiles, letting himself ease against Hubert's hand.]
...I look forward to meeting you there.
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Ah...I hope it would not be too much to ask...but...when your work is done, would you...
[Linhardt's gaze goes back towards the bedroll for a moment as he winds up getting tongue-tied, hinting slightly at what he'd like; for Hubert to join him, one more time. He's hoping Hubert won't admonish him too much for just...wanting him by his side one last time, before this battle begins.
Certainly, it'll all go according to plan and not haywire.]
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A new day dawns and the battle begins.
Regrettably, he had to leave Linhardt earlier than he wanted to, but he repeated his promises to remain safe before departing to prepare himself and Her Majesty for war. When they march on the city, Her Majesty leads and he follows, just as always.
Unsurprisingly, the city streets are empty of civilians. There are plenty of soldiers here already - more than Claude's army - and fighting their way to the castle is no easy feat. Her Majesty cuts down anyone who gets in her way and continues undaunted; he follows in her footsteps, eliminating those who would dare get in her way.
The armies clash, and by the time the sun begins to set, the Empire is at the castle gates.
There are still soldiers there, of course, and wave after wave of them crash against Her Majesty's axe. They fall to her strength, his tactics, their battalions. And finally, only three real threats remain.
King Dimitri is not alone - Dedue is by his side as expected. Felix is there as well; despite his hatred for Dimitri it seems his patriotism won out in the end. There's a moment of stillness and it feels like their armies collectively take a breath.
Then Dedue throws himself at Her Majesty and the clash continues.]
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Though they had to separate earlier than intended, Linhardt tries his best not to let himself worry as he joins with a few of the other healers in the army; Marianne, Mercedes, and Annette all are more than prepared to go, and go they do, clashing with the army along the way. Her Majesty cuts a path of soldiers for them to follow, more than close enough to be able to cast healing to the soldiers as needed and keep them all in tip top shape. Especially Her Majesty and Hubert; they're leading this charge, after all.
Between the four of them, any stragglers who try to get by or get behind them are taken care of; Annette is surprisingly terrifying in a battle, her magic coming all too easily as foes are felled. Mercedes is much the same, and while Marianne and Linhardt don't seek out the fights, they're more than willing to respond in kind to any soldier who dares to get too close or think themselves so slick as to try to get by them to them with Nosferatu. Even as they're focusing on different flanks, they're coordinated, and that coordination is what's going to assure their victory.
He can't help but keep his eyes on the path ahead, if mostly to watch Edelgard and Hubert destroy the enemies in front of them while he heals the injured alongside the others. They're doing well; they're all doing well, and doing their part to forge the path forward. His battalion is still holding strong, pushing forward and both ensuring the injured are healed, and any enemy that tries to sneak from behind is swiftly defeated.
Nothing will stop them. Linhardt intends to ensure it.
It's not long before they're at the gates, and the battle begins anew; Felix, Dedue, and King Dimitri are more than strong enough opponents to hold the final line, and Linhardt and the other healers keep up the pressure. It's a battle of attrition at this point; as long as they keep doing their jobs, they'll win. They have to.
They have to. Linhardt will wear himself down to the bone to ensure that.]
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Dimitri has vanished.
Where the hell did he go, he's a hulking behemoth of a man now, there's no way someone like that could simply disappear—
That's about when he becomes aware that the king has approached on his right side.
Hubert had cut his hair short five years ago to prevent having an obvious blind spot, but for the very first time, he finds himself reacting to someone being there that he somehow missed seeing. He's pulling back and readying his spell immediately, but he doesn't have enough time to cast.
Dimitri isn't fast. Perhaps that's the one good thing about this situation. Unfortunately, he is monstrously strong and when his lance flashes downward, the force behind it could have been enough to cleave Hubert in two.
He abruptly switches from casting an offensive spell to the one defensive spell he has in his arsenal. It isn't warp, but it's a good enough substitute. The dark magic doesn't have the same prickling sensation as Faith magic - instead it feels almost like it burns even as it tugs him away and deposits him several feet away.
Unfortunately, he wasn't quick enough.
Dimitri's lance has left a massive gash - starting somewhere between his neck and left shoulder and ripping diagonally down his chest, ending at his right hipbone. By some miracle it hasn't killed him outright. The cry that leaves him is more furious than pained, and even though he's in no condition to move, (he's in no condition to be doing anything) he wills dark magic to his fingers and tries to aim.
Adrenaline and fury alone cannot support him, and the magic fizzles out before he can unleash the spell. He falls back to the ground as his vision begins to fade and the din of battle dulls. Pain feels like a foreign concept, and right before he blacks out - bleeds out - words spring unbidden to his mind.
It terrifies me, despite the confidence I have in you, and your skills...that in one moment, it could all be torn away, and...
He tries to fight, he tries to stay conscious, so at least he can apologize to Linhardt or tell him something, anything that will make this easier—
He doesn't succeed.]
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It's because of that, that he doesn't wind up seeing King Dimitri until it's far too late. Linhardt's eyes widen when he catches sight of the behemoth of a man, raising his lance in the air as he runs as fast as his legs can carry him. No, no, no--he can't lose him, he can't lose him, not when they're so godsforsakenly close to the end, he can't lose him--
The lance comes down before Linhardt can even attempt to cast warp, and Hubert falls to the ground. Linhardt doesn't stop running; a genuinely strangled cry leaves him as he continues running, as he tries to save the man he loves--]
Hubert!
[First thing's first, however; King Dimitri needs to get the hell out of the way. Bolganone isn't quite the strongest spell in his arsenal, but he needs all of the energy he can to try to save Hubert. No. No, he will save Hubert, he has to, he has to, he can't just let him die--
He's hoping the force of the Fire spell will knock Dimitri back far enough so that he can get to work without any problems, but Linhardt is too distracted. He needs to save Hubert.
He breaks out every bit of Faith magic he can manage on Hubert, in an attempt to close that godawful wound. Hubert must have passed out from the blood loss, but maybe, just maybe, the magic can rouse him. That's what he's banking on--that's what he's hoping for, that his abilities will be enough, that he can save Hubert with all he has.]
Hubert...Hubert, please wake up, please--
[You will not lose me. Nothing in this world could stop me from helping fulfill Her Majesty's ambitions. I will not die on you, I promise.
His vision starts to blur.]
There's so much I need to tell you--so much I wish to, so please--
[You won't lose me. I promise. I will always be here by your side.
Tears are already falling, desperate, clinging to some kind of hope that he can save Hubert.]
Please wake up...please, we can't lose you here, not when we're so close! The Empire needs you! Her Majesty needs you! I need you!
[I understand that you will always try to heal as many people as you can. But should danger come your way... will you promise me that you will do all you can to protect yourself? I don't...
He can't keep that promise until he knows Hubert is okay. That wound is taking so long to close, to mend itself, and Linhardt's focus is entirely on that--
He's not even sure if Dimitri has fallen. That's perhaps the most terrifying thing.]
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Perhaps it's the Faith magic coursing through his system, struggling to patch a wound that should have killed. He's always found Faith magic to act as an adrenaline boost; perhaps it's designed that way to keep the recipient from getting injured again while on the battlefield. Regardless, it's enough to push Hubert back into consciousness and he gasps for air.
Ah, the slash across his chest isn't the only damage, he realizes. He's got several broken ribs to deal with as well.
Still, he manages to catch his breath and he tries to get his bearings while the world swims around him. It doesn't take him long to find Linhardt. He's still alive, but... Hubert can see something hulking and blue from the corner of his eye - and it's advancing.]
Linhardt...
[His voice is soft and far weaker than he was expecting. It only occurs to him now that the pain from the injury and the pain from breathing are nowhere near as strong as they should be. He's definitely dying, then.]
Please... You need to... go, you can't...
[He's entirely too weak to push himself up or to prepare the spells he needs to fend off Dimitri. But he tries them both anyway, because he cannot - will not - let anything happen to the man he loves.]
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[Linhardt's voice is incredibly firm, and he pushes himself harder--he has to, he has to, or else the man he loves will die. What would he do then? What would his future look like without Hubert in it?
It's not a thought he wants to confront, and he's got a horrible case of tunnel vision going on. He can't move away from Hubert or else he'll die. He can't stop casting or else Hubert will die, and there won't be any way to save him, there won't--]
I can't--I won't lose you. If that boorish "king" wants to take you, he can pry you from my cold, dead hands.
[The other's voices are distant, but he hears the galloping of a horse and harried footsteps as he figures someone is trying too catch up to them. They're probably shouting for him too. It sounds like they're having to deal with some stragglers, and that's--]
Please, don't move. Hang on a little while longer, please...
[Linhardt's not working fast enough, nor hard enough, and he's not sure if it's because the wound is too much or if he's just strong enough. It pains him, as he tries to watch the wound mend itself, but he still sounds like he's dying and Linhardt doesn't know how long he can keep this going before passing out. Either way, he tries to keep Hubert down, so he can work, so he can have a chance at closing the wound.
Or Dimitri comes to take his head, which seems a likely possibility. He can feel the king's footsteps, but Linhardt can't bring himself to move. He doesn't know how close he is, but he can't move from this spot. Not until he knows Hubert is going to live.]
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[The exertion of trying to move catches up with him and he has to close his eyes tightly for a moment and remember to breathe. Linhardt's spells aren't doing enough to fix the damage, but they're certainly keeping him alive.
He breathes, ragged, then with more strength than he thought he possessed, he manages to prop himself up on an elbow, reaching out and grabbing one of Linhardt's hands forcefully. His grip is tight - probably tighter than it should be given the fact that he's dying.]
You are not dying here. You're going to leave - remain safe.
[It's an order, forced out despite the pain and how badly the world is spinning. He's gripping onto Linhardt's hand like it's the only thing keeping him upright, but he has to make it clear—]
You'll die if you stay here - there isn't time.
[Distantly, he's aware of someone getting in Dimitri's way and the sounds of a clash echo around them. It feels like they're miles and miles away and it's only him and Linhardt here right now.
Don't you dare leave me behind.
It isn't fair of him to ask this of Linhardt. It isn't, but he can't lose him - if Linhardt dies because of him...
Another deep, shuddering breath as he tries to push himself into a sitting position.]
Go. Now.
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[Linhardt winces at the grip on his hand, but he doesn't abate with his magic--if he does, then Hubert will die with certainty. Linhardt can't allow that, he has to do everything he can--]
I'm...I'm sorry I cannot keep my own promise, but I can't lose you here. Not when we're so close to the end of this war. There's so many things I want to say to you, so many promises to keep, and so many places I want to see with you. I...
[Linhardt knows he's crying now, but his voice remains even, as he does everything in his power to save Hubert.]
I cannot follow your orders. Please, let go and let me do this. You're--you're not allowed to leave me behind, I won't allow it--
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The promise. Yes, of course, the promise, maybe that—]
Linhardt. I'm going to die here.
[It's blunt, with no emotion behind it. He's furious that he's going to die here and he doesn't want to go before Her Majesty has achieved her goals, before he has the chance to tell Linhardt everything he's wanted to say for four years - no, longer.
But he doesn't have time.]
You mean so much to me, more than I can ever express. If I... If I had another life to give, it would have been yours. I...
[His grip on Linhardt's hand weakens, then drops away and he presses it to the ground, to keep himself propped up.
...I can't lose you, Hubert. I want to be strong enough to protect you, too...I know I must become that strong. But...please...]
There isn't anything more you can do for me. Please...
[And even now, when he's dying and has nothing left to lose, he finds he can't say it. His struggles to remain upright are failing, and he falls to his back, wincing. He isn't going to make it to the Goddess Tower, so he needs to tell Linhardt now, he can't afford to hesitate any longer.
His vision is beginning to darken around the edges, and he knows he's close to blacking out a second time. He reaches out blindly for Linhardt's hand again, because as much as he wants him to leave, to save himself, he can't bear the thought of being apart from Linhardt in his final moments.]
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But Hubert's words are causing him to break, slow but sure. He can feel his heart breaking something fierce, and all of it is his own fault for not being strong enough.]
Don't--don't say that, Hubert, please--
[Linhardt's tone starts to shake in earnest as he feels his own inadequacies start to pile up in front of him, but he has to keep trying, he has to, even as his hands start to hurt and his vision starts to blur as he struggles not to choke out a sob, he has to. He can't be alone again, he doesn't want to, he's already lost so much in this war and he can't let it take another.]
I don't want to lose you--you mean the world and more to me, and I've always wanted...I've always wanted too take you to my home, to show you the places I enjoyed--to travel all of Fodlan, to see all sorts of beautiful things by your side--I want that future, for us. So please...please don't go...!
[Linhardt grips Hubert's hand tightly when he reaches out, Faith magic still coming from him as hard as he can push it out. Linhardt's terrified of losing Hubert, he knows he can't save him now, but his heart is fit to break.
Linhardt's going to lose Hubert. He's going to lose the man he loves, and he's going to be alone. He'll never be able to meet Hubert again in the goddess tower again. Hubert will never be able to see the world he's worked so hard to painstakingly create with her Majesty. Linhardt will never be able to show Hubert how much he loves him, how much he cares. They'll never have a happy ending to call their own.
And that breaks Linhardt's heart far more than anything Dimitri could do to him, if he caught up to him and decided to kill him.]
Hubert...Hubert, I...I lo--
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