you vastly overestimate this man's sense of self esteem. or self preservation, even.]
...!
[But no, something more important comes through in Lif's expression--for all he's tried to quash various feelings, negative and positive, he's always been a man of sentiment. Even as Alfonse, this was true of him; he enjoyed remembering little things. Nights spent in the quiet company of the library, pouring over books. Sometimes with friends, dear friends who you could make even the most harrowing times a little lighter.
Of course Lif recognizes that book. He'd be a fool not to. It was one of the last good memories he had of Hubert, and he pauses pretty significantly at the book as he stares at it.
It feels like a confrontation. Lif knows--deep down, that this isn't what Hubert intends. He knew better than anyone that Hubert had a kind side, layered underneath the image he had to present for Princess Edelgard's sake.]
...I...
[Words dry up in his throat, lost. He stares at Hubert, finally, fixing him with something...wary. Guarded, almost. He doesn't accept the book, not yet, but...]
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you vastly overestimate this man's sense of self esteem. or self preservation, even.]
...!
[But no, something more important comes through in Lif's expression--for all he's tried to quash various feelings, negative and positive, he's always been a man of sentiment. Even as Alfonse, this was true of him; he enjoyed remembering little things. Nights spent in the quiet company of the library, pouring over books. Sometimes with friends, dear friends who you could make even the most harrowing times a little lighter.
Of course Lif recognizes that book. He'd be a fool not to. It was one of the last good memories he had of Hubert, and he pauses pretty significantly at the book as he stares at it.
It feels like a confrontation. Lif knows--deep down, that this isn't what Hubert intends. He knew better than anyone that Hubert had a kind side, layered underneath the image he had to present for Princess Edelgard's sake.]
...I...
[Words dry up in his throat, lost. He stares at Hubert, finally, fixing him with something...wary. Guarded, almost. He doesn't accept the book, not yet, but...]
...What made you choose this book?