[The silence that hangs in the air makes Edelgard feel sick. She's not sure if it's due to that bond being put to the test, or if it's the possibility that if he rejects what she has to say, she'll have to kill him. There won't be any other way; he already knows so much more than Edelgard would have thought to tell him, and even if it would pain her to do so, she'd do it. Sure, it'd be a mess to have to conceal a murder that happened in her room, but she could certainly think of a way. And if she couldn't, well, she's sure Hubert could.
But Edelgard waits, her unflinching conviction even in the face of someone like him unwavering. She can't yield to anyone. If he doesn't understand, she'll dispose of him. It's as simple as that.
And yet, for all of the planning she did for what would happen if he didn't join them, she never had any plans prepared for the possibility that he would.
His words feel like that knife to the chest has been removed, but with it comes new feelings--anxiety, the worry that he could be used against her, that those who slither in the dark will catch wind of this and use him the same way they continue to use her. And yet...there's something freeing in hearing him say all of those things; he understands that the world needs to change. That the world deserves to be inherited by those who can actually lead.
Edelgard knew she was growing to love him for a reason, and that conviction alone may have solidified her feelings. The shocked expression on her face slowly gives way to something warm--something appreciative, and her grip on his hand goes tight as well as he pulls down his sleeve. The words are...still a smudge to her, but she knows better than anyone that those words ring incredibly true. That determination in his eyes more than makes up for it as well.]
Then I accept your offer wholeheartedly. I will need every ounce of strength by my side that I can get when the time to strike comes. And when it comes...we will usher a new era upon Fódlan. We'll put an end to all of these cruelties, and we will ensure that the future generations prosper.
[Edelgard's own grip on Lorenz's hand is tight, and yet it loosens just a bit as her expression goes...soft, really. She doesn't quite know what's causing it, but it feels like relief flooding through her, and more than anything, she...]
...I cannot thank you enough, Lorenz. I... [Edelgard gazes away from him, perhaps a little embarrassed.] I had been so worried that you would reject what I had to say entirely, that I did not even prepare for the possibility that you might say yes...that was foolish of me.
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But Edelgard waits, her unflinching conviction even in the face of someone like him unwavering. She can't yield to anyone. If he doesn't understand, she'll dispose of him. It's as simple as that.
And yet, for all of the planning she did for what would happen if he didn't join them, she never had any plans prepared for the possibility that he would.
His words feel like that knife to the chest has been removed, but with it comes new feelings--anxiety, the worry that he could be used against her, that those who slither in the dark will catch wind of this and use him the same way they continue to use her. And yet...there's something freeing in hearing him say all of those things; he understands that the world needs to change. That the world deserves to be inherited by those who can actually lead.
Edelgard knew she was growing to love him for a reason, and that conviction alone may have solidified her feelings. The shocked expression on her face slowly gives way to something warm--something appreciative, and her grip on his hand goes tight as well as he pulls down his sleeve. The words are...still a smudge to her, but she knows better than anyone that those words ring incredibly true. That determination in his eyes more than makes up for it as well.]
Then I accept your offer wholeheartedly. I will need every ounce of strength by my side that I can get when the time to strike comes. And when it comes...we will usher a new era upon Fódlan. We'll put an end to all of these cruelties, and we will ensure that the future generations prosper.
[Edelgard's own grip on Lorenz's hand is tight, and yet it loosens just a bit as her expression goes...soft, really. She doesn't quite know what's causing it, but it feels like relief flooding through her, and more than anything, she...]
...I cannot thank you enough, Lorenz. I... [Edelgard gazes away from him, perhaps a little embarrassed.] I had been so worried that you would reject what I had to say entirely, that I did not even prepare for the possibility that you might say yes...that was foolish of me.