More than one realm of existence. Natalia could little help but to wonder how it was that Edgar had come to know that so firmly, but it was one more question in an ever-building heap. His attitude mirrored her own, or what she wanted to be her own--an enthusiasm for educating oneself as to the nature of other lands. Before she could nod, and express that she was well ahead in that, he took her hand. Surprised, Natalia blushed again, her eyes caught.
Again, Edgar reminded her of Guy. Perhaps it could be attributed to a subconscious disposition toward finding similarities; the way that Kiba had recalled Luke. But, in this instance, it was more. As when Guy had spoken so kindly, and been so reassuring, when within the Inista Marsh directly after her rejection at Baticul; Edgar had precisely the words. There were no tears now; Natalia had gained at least that much character.
Bowing her head, she laughed, a quiet sound. "Thank you. How disgraceful I must seem, to be relying on a stranger for strength. It was not... I had felt it, known that already, truly, but how difficult it can be to believe what you know." Looking up now, back to his eyes, her other hand joined their and she squeezed. "Again, thank you! Worry not--I shall abandon neither myself nor the truth. I'll return to them."
A beat.
"My, but... certainly, I have learned better than to make this assumption, but I feel your position in Figaro must have been more than common."
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More than one realm of existence. Natalia could little help but to wonder how it was that Edgar had come to know that so firmly, but it was one more question in an ever-building heap. His attitude mirrored her own, or what she wanted to be her own--an enthusiasm for educating oneself as to the nature of other lands. Before she could nod, and express that she was well ahead in that, he took her hand. Surprised, Natalia blushed again, her eyes caught.
Again, Edgar reminded her of Guy. Perhaps it could be attributed to a subconscious disposition toward finding similarities; the way that Kiba had recalled Luke. But, in this instance, it was more. As when Guy had spoken so kindly, and been so reassuring, when within the Inista Marsh directly after her rejection at Baticul; Edgar had precisely the words. There were no tears now; Natalia had gained at least that much character.
Bowing her head, she laughed, a quiet sound. "Thank you. How disgraceful I must seem, to be relying on a stranger for strength. It was not... I had felt it, known that already, truly, but how difficult it can be to believe what you know." Looking up now, back to his eyes, her other hand joined their and she squeezed. "Again, thank you! Worry not--I shall abandon neither myself nor the truth. I'll return to them."
A beat.
"My, but... certainly, I have learned better than to make this assumption, but I feel your position in Figaro must have been more than common."