[If Gustav could see him awake right now, he's pretty sure his father would be scolding him for being up so late. A prince and soldier needs their rest in order to keep fighting at their best, and if they want to win this war against Hel, Alfonse can accept being at no less than his best.
It's a shame Gustav is dead and that their foe shows no signs of stopping in the slightest.
Alfonse paces the library, grabbing every tactical tome he can pour over to try and plan their next move. If he doesn't do something, Askr and Embla will fall; he knows that much. He can't afford a single second of idling, no matter how much Sharena insists he needs to rest in their father's stead, or any of the other heroes insist on such things. They've been backed into a corner--how exactly can you out maneuver an enemy who legitimately cannot die? That's been the question on Alfonse's increasingly frayed and stressed mind as he studies well into the night.
Even with Veronica looking into anything that the Embla family line could have used to try and ensure Hel won't be a problem, they still have to try and deal with her now. It could be worse; it could be so much worse, and Alfonse knows it. But they need to do something now, while there's still time.
He knows, better than anyone, that if worst comes to worst, they need to send the summoner and their heroes back. But at least for now, guilty as Alfonse feels for asking for every bit of help they can get, they have assistance. And Alfonse is ever thankful for it; despite his insistence on not getting close to heroes, not even he's immune to kinship. It at least helps that they have reliable people around, and his mind drifts to one of them as he pours over his studies.
He wonders if Hubert is out this late, and just what the other man would say if he saw him in here again. It almost makes Alfonse chuckle; it's not as though Hubert could judge, considering his own habits. But Hubert has been a stalwart ally for quite some time, and Alfonse has always appreciated having the rather cold and calculating man around. He's helped Alfonse with tactics several times throughout their battles, and his council has always helped the prince in his times of need. He may not know everything of Princess Edelgard other than what Hubert has told him, but he imagines that she appreciates him just as much, if not moreso.
...What he would do for a good cup of coffee right about now, he muses. He's letting himself drift off too much; back to tactical work. It's not like anyone else is awake at this hour.]
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It's a shame Gustav is dead and that their foe shows no signs of stopping in the slightest.
Alfonse paces the library, grabbing every tactical tome he can pour over to try and plan their next move. If he doesn't do something, Askr and Embla will fall; he knows that much. He can't afford a single second of idling, no matter how much Sharena insists he needs to rest in their father's stead, or any of the other heroes insist on such things. They've been backed into a corner--how exactly can you out maneuver an enemy who legitimately cannot die? That's been the question on Alfonse's increasingly frayed and stressed mind as he studies well into the night.
Even with Veronica looking into anything that the Embla family line could have used to try and ensure Hel won't be a problem, they still have to try and deal with her now. It could be worse; it could be so much worse, and Alfonse knows it. But they need to do something now, while there's still time.
He knows, better than anyone, that if worst comes to worst, they need to send the summoner and their heroes back. But at least for now, guilty as Alfonse feels for asking for every bit of help they can get, they have assistance. And Alfonse is ever thankful for it; despite his insistence on not getting close to heroes, not even he's immune to kinship. It at least helps that they have reliable people around, and his mind drifts to one of them as he pours over his studies.
He wonders if Hubert is out this late, and just what the other man would say if he saw him in here again. It almost makes Alfonse chuckle; it's not as though Hubert could judge, considering his own habits. But Hubert has been a stalwart ally for quite some time, and Alfonse has always appreciated having the rather cold and calculating man around. He's helped Alfonse with tactics several times throughout their battles, and his council has always helped the prince in his times of need. He may not know everything of Princess Edelgard other than what Hubert has told him, but he imagines that she appreciates him just as much, if not moreso.
...What he would do for a good cup of coffee right about now, he muses. He's letting himself drift off too much; back to tactical work. It's not like anyone else is awake at this hour.]