[ please his face?? this is very unbecoming. it startles him into a moment of softness where he goes quiet, biting back a cough until a few orange and blue petals fight out of his mouth anyway, urging out a few words. ]
...Thank you, Sylvain. [ he's glad he's here too. his friend. though after that, his expression turns stern. ] Though while we have time, there are a few matters we should discuss.
in any case, he straightens up a little, giving Sylvain his arm back. ]
I have left papers in my room, hidden under my desk. Should anything happen to me, I expect you to return to Faerghus with them—they are my orders involving succession, as well as my wishes with regards to Lord Kleiman's lands and negotiations with Duscur, amongst other matters. There are also some personal correspondence that should be placed at the concierge desk, when the letterbox is made available.
[ did he get all that ]
I had intended to send it myself, but as there are no guarantees...
[ he's quiet for a moment longer, but eventually acquiesces with a sigh. this isn't really something he can pretend to make light of, and he'd rather give dimitri some peace of mind when there's very little to be found otherwise ]
I got it. [ it goes without saying that sylvain's survival is a coin toss as well, but he'll keep dimitri's request in mind. ]
Your Majesty, [ he has't use honorifics on him here yet, i don't think... idk my memory is swiss cheese. but anyway he says it in a teasing tone. ] that's a tall order.
[ he laughs softly, and nods. ] I'll do my best so at least one of us makes it out alive.
[ better dimitri than him, but sylvain's not planning on going to hell quite so soon. ]
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...Thank you, Sylvain. [ he's glad he's here too. his friend. though after that, his expression turns stern. ] Though while we have time, there are a few matters we should discuss.
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sylvain frowns, but doesn't say anything about the petals. (it seems everyone's caught some kind of strange illness this week)
he nods ] Sure. What did you wanna talk about?
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in any case, he straightens up a little, giving Sylvain his arm back. ]
I have left papers in my room, hidden under my desk. Should anything happen to me, I expect you to return to Faerghus with them—they are my orders involving succession, as well as my wishes with regards to Lord Kleiman's lands and negotiations with Duscur, amongst other matters. There are also some personal correspondence that should be placed at the concierge desk, when the letterbox is made available.
[ did he get all that ]
I had intended to send it myself, but as there are no guarantees...
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nu I AM HAVING A STROKE ]
...You really thought this through, didn't you?
[ he's quiet for a moment longer, but eventually acquiesces with a sigh. this isn't really something he can pretend to make light of, and he'd rather give dimitri some peace of mind when there's very little to be found otherwise ]
I got it. [ it goes without saying that sylvain's survival is a coin toss as well, but he'll keep dimitri's request in mind. ]
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Mm. The last thing our nation needs is another period of destabilization.
[ he knows sylvain won't protest too much with how long they've known each other. it's important to him. but he does offer a little smile, at least. ]
Of course, you'll have to survive to carry out my wishes.
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[ he laughs softly, and nods. ] I'll do my best so at least one of us makes it out alive.
[ better dimitri than him, but sylvain's not planning on going to hell quite so soon. ]