[ You did in less words when we fought, threatens to slip from her mouth but she bites it down, swallows it along with the bitterness and blame that also threaten to present themselves. That isn't the truth. It's remnants of her insecurity and jealousy. She's so tired of sounding like that, of being both on the offensive and defensive that she can't just exist in the presence of someone she used to be able to sit in content silence with for hours.
That is easier said than done when he refuses to relent. Hilda knows exactly what Claude is doing of course. The tone of his voice is reminiscent of what the stuffy, stubborn Alliance nobles had once been on the receiving end of. Having a front row seat to that had been amusing but now she feels like how they must have felt – squirming and wriggling under the heel of Claude's boot and not in a fun way. She can hear what he's left unsaid and she confirms it with a soft, annoyed breath. ]
No one. [ No one but her which bothers herself to admit. ] But it doesn't need saying, does it?
[ As much as there is the spirit of exasperation in her voice, weariness seeps through too, betraying the front that she's putting on. It crosses her mind to leave it there, a silent way of digging her own heels in protest. But stubbornness hasn't helped her with anything to do with him over the last several months. Knowing that truth doesn't make admitting her shame any easier. Wouldn't it be better to never give that jealous monster a voice ever again? He and Sylvain didn't need to be burdened with that ugly side of her. They didn't need to know the festering thoughts that still lurked beneath her pastel exterior.
But he deserves some answer, even if it's some semblance of one doesn't he? Her eyes flit up to him, full of shame as another quiet truth is admitted. ]
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That is easier said than done when he refuses to relent. Hilda knows exactly what Claude is doing of course. The tone of his voice is reminiscent of what the stuffy, stubborn Alliance nobles had once been on the receiving end of. Having a front row seat to that had been amusing but now she feels like how they must have felt – squirming and wriggling under the heel of Claude's boot and not in a fun way. She can hear what he's left unsaid and she confirms it with a soft, annoyed breath. ]
No one. [ No one but her which bothers herself to admit. ] But it doesn't need saying, does it?
[ As much as there is the spirit of exasperation in her voice, weariness seeps through too, betraying the front that she's putting on. It crosses her mind to leave it there, a silent way of digging her own heels in protest. But stubbornness hasn't helped her with anything to do with him over the last several months. Knowing that truth doesn't make admitting her shame any easier. Wouldn't it be better to never give that jealous monster a voice ever again? He and Sylvain didn't need to be burdened with that ugly side of her. They didn't need to know the festering thoughts that still lurked beneath her pastel exterior.
But he deserves some answer, even if it's some semblance of one doesn't he? Her eyes flit up to him, full of shame as another quiet truth is admitted. ]
It's hard seeing you both together.