[Marianne will happily let him examine the sword. Her feelings toward the weapon are complicated, but she trusts Darin with those complications. He gets it in a way that becomes more and more clear every time they have a conversation like this one.
Marianne listens queitly as Darin shares his story and his doubts with her. She doesn't say anything to the former, although she takes his hand and squeezes it gently in sympathy. It's tempting to lean into it, but she suspects that he wouldn't let her get very far--this conversation is about her, for better or worse.
The concerns he expresses are simulatenously reasonable and hurtful. Marianne doesn't want to think of the Church as seeking to control and manipulate, but... well, that's been a lot of what Claude has unconvered and Byleth has intimated to her, isn't it? It makes her head and heart hurt too much to examine, and she deals with that by side-stepping it entirely to clarify one point of confusion.]
The sword was only recently recovered from Maurice himself. His curse kept him alive all this time, roaming the forests in mindless bloodlust. After we defeated him and finally put him to rest... the sword was entrusted to me. By a dear friend, who doesn't believe in the curse any more than you do.
[She smiles warmly at the memory of how much it felt like a weight had been lifted from her life in those moments after defeating the Beast. Her world is not easy, and she still has lingering doubts and fears, but her future finally looks bright and possible. It's a feeling she's not quite able to articulate, although she suspects it comes close to Darin's movement toward epiphany when she was a mossatee.
(She still needs to come clean on that, come to think of it.)]
She's here, although she comes from a different version of Fódlan than myself. Her name is Byleth. Have you met her?
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Marianne listens queitly as Darin shares his story and his doubts with her. She doesn't say anything to the former, although she takes his hand and squeezes it gently in sympathy. It's tempting to lean into it, but she suspects that he wouldn't let her get very far--this conversation is about her, for better or worse.
The concerns he expresses are simulatenously reasonable and hurtful. Marianne doesn't want to think of the Church as seeking to control and manipulate, but... well, that's been a lot of what Claude has unconvered and Byleth has intimated to her, isn't it? It makes her head and heart hurt too much to examine, and she deals with that by side-stepping it entirely to clarify one point of confusion.]
The sword was only recently recovered from Maurice himself. His curse kept him alive all this time, roaming the forests in mindless bloodlust. After we defeated him and finally put him to rest... the sword was entrusted to me. By a dear friend, who doesn't believe in the curse any more than you do.
[She smiles warmly at the memory of how much it felt like a weight had been lifted from her life in those moments after defeating the Beast. Her world is not easy, and she still has lingering doubts and fears, but her future finally looks bright and possible. It's a feeling she's not quite able to articulate, although she suspects it comes close to Darin's movement toward epiphany when she was a mossatee.
(She still needs to come clean on that, come to think of it.)]
She's here, although she comes from a different version of Fódlan than myself. Her name is Byleth. Have you met her?