[He peers at Ceodore in hopes of finding the truth within the youth's eyes.]
You seem so...uncomfortable here. I understand that the High Council may seem a had daunting to converse with, but they're all good hardworking people.
Ceodore, I...I don't believe you've done anything wrong. If anything, I'm only a tad perplexed as to why you didn't volunteer yourself for the sake of Narshe.
[SIGH. And a heavy one too. Although Edward's probably the most likely to be understanding about this.]
My father's greatness... People have these expectations of me, because of who my parents are. They don't see me. They see 'the son of Cecil and Rosa.' And... I don't think I can ever live up to them.
[As much as Ceodore dislikes being compared to his father, the youth fails to realize just how similar he is to Cecil in both appearance and personality.]
[Edward let out a deep sigh once Ceodore asked that.]
In all truth, I'm not too sure of it myself. I guess I got tired of running away from my responsibilities or maybe I just couldn't run anymore.
[A pensive smile settled on his lips.]
When Damcyan was attacked, I lost everything. My kingdom was in ruins, the Crystal of Fire was stolen, and my beloved died. Walking amongst those ruins on that day roused me, pushed me to act.
I had to lose everything in order to gain the clarity I needed. I had to lose everything I once cherished in order for me to realize how much I yearn to protect it.
[Lose everything to realize how precious it is? Ceodore nodded to indicate he heard but it was a somber one. How close were they to losing everything they held dear at home? Already Cecil was lost to them, the meteors had been trashing the world, the moon threatening to obliterate it entirely.
Lost in thought, he made no reply other than a final nod.]
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[He peers at Ceodore in hopes of finding the truth within the youth's eyes.]
You seem so...uncomfortable here. I understand that the High Council may seem a had daunting to converse with, but they're all good hardworking people.
You can trust them, Ceodore.
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Father's back and everyone looks to him. I was just supposed to listen and learn. Can't even do that right.
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Ceodore, I...I don't believe you've done anything wrong. If anything, I'm only a tad perplexed as to why you didn't volunteer yourself for the sake of Narshe.
You are a good leader, Ceodore.
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Father is a good leader. I'm just a soldier in his army.
And Ursula deserved her chance.
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Oh, Ceodore! This cannot be what you truly believe! You're more than just a soldier, young man.
You're the Prince of Baron! The same greatness your father possesses, you possess as well. You're no mere grunt!
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My father's greatness... People have these expectations of me, because of who my parents are. They don't see me. They see 'the son of Cecil and Rosa.' And... I don't think I can ever live up to them.
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...Then don't, Ceodore.
[He sighed.]
Don't strive to become like them, but rather strive to be yourself instead. You're hurting yourself by believing you must become like your parents.
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I'm not sure who I am either. But... I will find out.
[And there's that dead earnest look that ends up having him pegged for his father.]
Edward? Can I ask you something?
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Oh?
[Edward blinked his eyes owlishly.]
Yes, ask me anything!
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[At least, that's what Ceodore had heard once in the grand tale of his parents' journey.]
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...Yes, I suppose you could say that.
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In all truth, I'm not too sure of it myself. I guess I got tired of running away from my responsibilities or maybe I just couldn't run anymore.
[A pensive smile settled on his lips.]
When Damcyan was attacked, I lost everything. My kingdom was in ruins, the Crystal of Fire was stolen, and my beloved died. Walking amongst those ruins on that day roused me, pushed me to act.
I had to lose everything in order to gain the clarity I needed. I had to lose everything I once cherished in order for me to realize how much I yearn to protect it.
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Lost in thought, he made no reply other than a final nod.]