[ The touch on her hand startles her, and it's only then that Lumine realizes that she's been deep in thought. Her thoughts aside, however, it surprises her more that her brother's acquaintances hold such affection towards him; then again, she also can't imagine otherwise, her twin brother practically the sun and the stars in a dark sky.
It only makes sense that he would've made such compelling connections with people during his journey. Betrayal, then, would be much more bitter and more painful for him once it comes.
But this affection isn't directed at Aether but at her. Which makes her question this situation even more. Tartaglia looks at her with a familiar gaze, one that unsettles her. ]
No, I don't.
[ The machinations of Celestia, the suffering of its people, the heavy responsibility placed upon her shoulders—she doesn't miss any of those at all. And yet, she has to return anyway, determined to keep a promise, and only sees this as a momentary respite.
She pulls her hand away, resuming her creation of the flower crown. ]
Though is it possible you're mistaking me for someone else, Tartaglia?
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It only makes sense that he would've made such compelling connections with people during his journey. Betrayal, then, would be much more bitter and more painful for him once it comes.
But this affection isn't directed at Aether but at her. Which makes her question this situation even more. Tartaglia looks at her with a familiar gaze, one that unsettles her. ]
No, I don't.
[ The machinations of Celestia, the suffering of its people, the heavy responsibility placed upon her shoulders—she doesn't miss any of those at all. And yet, she has to return anyway, determined to keep a promise, and only sees this as a momentary respite.
She pulls her hand away, resuming her creation of the flower crown. ]
Though is it possible you're mistaking me for someone else, Tartaglia?