You told me a lot, that's true. But like...in the case of your family...if I wanted to remind you of them, I don't know their names. Or anything about them, really.
[Soft and quiet. He hesitates for a second after that, glancing down at their hands. At this point, he's back at his desire to not be remembered. But he would hate to forget his family, or those he's come to love here. He's selfish in that way.]
...My sister's name is Chikase. The names of my mother and father are- [sounds of a truck running by because we never get this info wowie]. My father was a sincere and stern man, who struggled to express himself but cared very deeply about others. My mother was gentle and very generous with her kindness... And my sister was one of the strongest people I've known. Clever, witty and wise... She was able to do what was necessary, but she made everyone around her happy as well. [...] Will you tell me a little about yours, in return? Should something happen, I would like to do the same for you.
...I see. Chikase. Your father. Your mother. They...all sound like wonderful people.
[And he lost them all. He closes his eyes, squeezing Sakyou's hands, like he's internally saying a prayer.]
[He opens his eyes again.]
My father, Agricane. He was a dignified, noble king. He was powerful in battle, but his words were just as strong as his sword. He was able to lead a nation as if it was easy as breathing. [And a sigh.] And I had two younger siblings, Candrimando and Celaura. I only vaguely remember them, but I recall looking after them both when we all grew up together in the kingdom. I think they looked up to me. I wasn't the best role model, though.
[Said with a soft fondness, and all the hurt of someone who has never been able to move on and likely never will.
That's fine, though. He doesn't really need or want to.]
...I'm sorry that you must look back on it and feel such things. [Regrets. The dead and living both sure have a lot of them, huh?] But your father sounds like a truly fine king, and I hope your siblings were able to enjoy their own paths.
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Mandricardo...? [...He's not going to press though, since he knows that wouldn't be fair, but the question is obvious in his tone anyway.
As for the rest, he hesitates for a second.]
...I don't know what to tell you. There isn't much to know about me beyond what you already know.
[He's Sakyou, his family is dead, he's trying to kill their killers - that's about it.]
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[A shake of the head.]
You told me a lot, that's true. But like...in the case of your family...if I wanted to remind you of them, I don't know their names. Or anything about them, really.
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[Soft and quiet. He hesitates for a second after that, glancing down at their hands. At this point, he's back at his desire to not be remembered. But he would hate to forget his family, or those he's come to love here. He's selfish in that way.]
...My sister's name is Chikase. The names of my mother and father are- [sounds of a truck running by because we never get this info wowie]. My father was a sincere and stern man, who struggled to express himself but cared very deeply about others. My mother was gentle and very generous with her kindness... And my sister was one of the strongest people I've known. Clever, witty and wise... She was able to do what was necessary, but she made everyone around her happy as well. [...] Will you tell me a little about yours, in return? Should something happen, I would like to do the same for you.
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[And he lost them all. He closes his eyes, squeezing Sakyou's hands, like he's internally saying a prayer.]
[He opens his eyes again.]
My father, Agricane. He was a dignified, noble king. He was powerful in battle, but his words were just as strong as his sword. He was able to lead a nation as if it was easy as breathing. [And a sigh.] And I had two younger siblings, Candrimando and Celaura. I only vaguely remember them, but I recall looking after them both when we all grew up together in the kingdom. I think they looked up to me. I wasn't the best role model, though.
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[Said with a soft fondness, and all the hurt of someone who has never been able to move on and likely never will.
That's fine, though. He doesn't really need or want to.]
...I'm sorry that you must look back on it and feel such things. [Regrets. The dead and living both sure have a lot of them, huh?] But your father sounds like a truly fine king, and I hope your siblings were able to enjoy their own paths.