PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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that's all i want

[swordhandled]

[ he knows he won't ]

Fidelity to him was how it started, but not the reason I maintain it. [ TAKE THAT AND SUCK IT ]

As for what I intend to do? For now, settle somewhere in Ylisse. There is much I can do to help out there, and I can visit Mother and Father in Regna Ferox whenever I can.

[maskarang]

[ sucks it like a lemon ]

I see.

[swordhandled]

I... won't try to convince you to change your plans. You still plan on taking Minerva to the Valley of the Wyverns?

[maskarang]

Yes.

[swordhandled]

I'm glad, after all Minerva has seen, she does deserve her own rest.

[maskarang]

... She has seen too many riders fall from her back. I would like nothing more than to let her live out the rest of her life in peace.

[ a pause and then, he steps closer to owain. ] My third question. Should I fall here for any reason, will you look after her in my stead?

[swordhandled]

[ he looks gerome right in the eye ]

You know I will.

[maskarang]

Hm... That's the only answer I would expect from someone who claims to be my family.

[ looking down at minerva. it's subtle, but she's starting to look cold. he starts walking past owain and toward the resort. ]

[swordhandled]

It's more than just a claim--

[ he steps to the side but then-- ]

Wait, you've been out here for this long and you're not wearing a coat?!

[ owain is stopping gerome and very quickly pulling his own off and putting it around gerome ]

[maskarang]

What are you—? [ he honestly has no idea how to react to this. it doesn't even fit well over his armor! probably.

he pulls it right back off and holds it up to owain. ] I do not need your sympathy. I wear thick padding beneath my armor, that alone is more than sufficient to keep me warm in the cold. Minerva and I wouldn't be able to remain in the skies otherwise.

[swordhandled]

Nope, I insist!

[ he's forcing it back to gerome ] Just wear it until the resort. You've spent far too long outside without any sort of covering.

[ a beat ] Or at least put it on Minerva.

[maskarang]

And what will you wear? I won't be the reason... [ stopping so short. so, so short. and gritting his teeth together. ]

Bah! Every moment spent arguing with you is a moment Minerva grows colder. If you won't keep it, let the ground have it. [ he says that but he throws it at owain before turning to leave. to the resort, minerva! ]

[swordhandled]

Remember how cold Regna Ferox can get? I can handle this weather for as long as it takes for us to return.

[ he pulls it off and just follows after, putting it on Minerva in the process.

he's quiet for the walk back but just before they arrive, he's reaching out and stopping Gerome once more, clapping a hand to his shoulder. ]

But one more thing: while I will look after her if you fall, just know that I won't let that future come to pass.

[maskarang]

[ instinctively, he wants to say "it's up to fate to decide." that can only end one way, so he stops himself. fate... fate doesn't decide, they do. ]

I'm not fit for such a promise. ... Cynthia, however, is more than worthy. If you wish to swear an oath then let it be to her. [ leaving.

again. ]