[...Well, she's not actually sure--she likes the Black Eagles well enough, even if Ferdinand and Linhardt can be a little...much, at times. Even Caspar can. But there really isn't a single one of them who isn't true to themselves in some ways, and there's no doubt that in battle, they all have each other's backs.

Marianne wants to reject it. She really does, because the less people who are hurt by her crest the better.

And yet...

If you cannot handle it on your own, then look to us. We won't allow that to happen. I won't allow it.

When Hubert says it, maybe she can believe in it a little more.]

...I...

[Marianne feels her face start to flush, just the slightest bit, and she has to look away. All of this is too much for her, really, that feeling of warmth and acceptance that she's not sure if she deserves. There's no more doubt in her mind that she wants this, but to hear it so plainly...it's...

...Maybe she can at least try to believe it.]

...When you say it like that...it...makes it hard not to believe in it. In you.

[...]

It's still...going to be hard. But, I think...I think I can try.

[Marianne can promise that much, at least, and that grip on his hand stays firm.]

...I want to. For you, even if...even if I'll worry.