On deciding on a canon point

[luckyseven]

You had me worried there for a while - I was starting to think you'd never pick one. You're absolutely sure about this though, right? Depending on where you send me, you might not get to change your mind.

And if we ever do see Alicia... there'll be so much she and I won't have experienced together. Just keep that in mind, alright?

For both of us.

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...this time with the right account. >.>

[flower_tank]

[And hands on hips and scoldy-face is go.]

Don't you bring Martha into this. She had towels and an apron. You barely used a napkin. You try getting crumbs out of those gears.

[She shakes her head.]

Aside from a lack of information regarding the war, it's nice here. It's not perfect, but it's nice not being shot at each day.

I saw nothing =P

[luckyseven]

Lack of information? Well, I think I can help there.

[He gets a big grin on his face]

We won, Is! Gallia is safe, and the the Imperials are back behind the border.

Good. Let's keep it that way. *shifty eyes*

[flower_tank]

[She giggles a bit, but gets the idea he's deliberately leaving some of those holes unfilled. ...Like the whole Alicia being a Valkyrur.]

That's great! Rosie can go back to her singing, Largo can get back to his veggie garden, and Alicia can get back to her bakery...

[luckyseven]

[Even when he's hiding things from her, he just can't hide things from her. Still, Alicia is just Alicia - at least to him. What does it matter that she's a Valkyrur?]

Yeah, life's slowly going back to normal. It'll take time, though. Not everyone was happy to find out that the Princess was actually a darcsen.

[flower_tank]

[Is knows him far too well to let anything get by her. And that's exactly what she would say if she knew.]

[Blink blink blink.]

...She is? [She did not see that one coming.]

[luckyseven]

[Well, might as well catch her up on all the Darcsen related happenings of the world]

She is. Turns out most of what we know about history is completely wrong. You were right about the Darcsen Calamity being a lie - everything history said about darcsens was a lie.

[flower_tank]

[She closes her eyes for a moment.]

That's good to know... but even if it wasn't, it shouldn't matter. Whoever was responsible for whatever happened is long gone. Nobody should be held responsible for something their ancestors did...

[luckyseven]

Of course Is, you're right. But now that people know, everyone else is starting to come around. It's slow, and it'll take a while, but... I really do think one day, the discrimination can come to an end.

[He smiles]

And if it doesn't, I'm sure Rosie will deal with everyone who hasn't come around.

[flower_tank]

[Suddenly, an image of Rosie grabbing random strangers by the ear and lecturing about how stupid their pops into Is's head. That causes a snickerfit.]

Oh, I'm sure she will... Wish I could be around to see it, but it's good to know she's let that hate go.

[She closes her eyes for a second, a peaceful smile on her face.] Hate only hurts the person holding onto it. I'm so glad Rosie's free of it.

[luckyseven]

Like I said, it's thanks to you, Is.

Helping Martha with the baby, Rosie, the Edelweiss... you sure left your mark on the world.

[flower_tank]

Don't be silly, Welks. You were the one calling the shots. You're the one history will call a hero.

All I did was help you. That's all I ever wanted to do.

[luckyseven]

[Jeez way to make your big brother blush, Is]

History can call me whatever it wants, but I'd never have made it without everyone supporting me and giving it their all.

[flower_tank]

[It's part of the little-sister job description.]

And they would never have been able to do anything near as profound without you. You're a great leader, Welks. And I'm not going to let anyone belittle you or your achievements.

[She playfully elbows him in the ribs.] Not even you.

[luckyseven]

[Not helping that blush, Is. But he can do the same thing back! Probably not as well, but he'll try!]

I could say the same to you! Not anyone can help someone give birth in a tank right after a battle, you know!