[ Claude isn't entirely surprised to see Manwol here, expression grim as he takes in the sight of her at the centre of the hotel that she hates so much.
She'd be so angry to know her beauty had been messed with. ]
I don't know. I think that you made it pretty clear there was no escape for me.
this is where I admit I don't know a thing about any powers Manwol should have. She doesn't answer Claude, instead taking out a knife and throwing it at him, aimed at his chest.]
[ Hilariously, Annie and Manwol probably have the same powers. Claude and his ghosts...
That's his Manwol.
Actually, that's not his Manwol, because he knows that she's too clingy to ever break up with him, so he just charges at her, swatting the knife away but forgetting that he's made of flesh and blood and not metal, so it slices through his forearm as he does so.
It doesn't matter though!! Because he's just going after her, casting Dispel to summon the dagger to stab her (11). Help. ]
Anyway. When Claude stabs Manwol, it's as if everything goes black, as Claude's consciousness leaves him.
He dreams of flying with Manwol. The two of them are on his wyvern—the first time he's taken Manwol for a flight. Her arms are wrapped around his waist for balance, as they soar over the beach, over the ocean waves. The sun is warm on their skin, the air crisp up in the sky. Right now, it's just the two of them.
In the distance, he might hear a few notes of a song playing, before it fades to quiet.
When Claude wakes up, he'll find himself in Fodlan, on a battlefield. By him are the rest of the Golden Deer, fighting off the Empire's forces.
Hilda stands out, her pink hair dancing in the wind as she whirls her axe around, refusing to let a single enemy near Claude.]
[ For the most part, Claude has been taking their ventures into the labyrinths in stride. Better to keep his head on straight than lose his cool and cost them the battle.
But here, back again in Derdriu, he feels momentarily frozen. He hadn't returned to Leicester after leaving Wiwaldi. Couldn't quite yet bear the thought of facing the sum of all his failures.
He readies his bow, firing his arrows at the soldiers around her as he runs toward her. ]
[Not far are other members of the Golden Deer; the ones Claude will recognize as those who stayed on his side to the end. Slashing through one enemy, Hilda turns to look at him, frowning.]
Come on, Claude—I finally mustered up the effort to work, and you're already telling me to call it quits? It's seriously going to kill the groove...
[There's Ignatz, sniping the enemy, and Raphael by his side to punch anyone who gets too close o his friend. Lorenz and Leonie are out further, on the front lines. Marianne, meanwhile, isn't far from Hilda, clutching her staff.]
All right, I get it!
[... But Claude isn't wrong. This isn't a fight they can win. Claude and the others can do their best to kill as many of the Empire's soldiers as they can, but the enemy is clearly too powerful. Whether it's the whispers of the Ashen Demon, or Lysithea's magic, or Edelgard herself, they're cutting through Leicester's forces.
The first ripple, coming through the soldiers reporting to Claude, comes in the news of Lorenz and Leonie's deaths as the first to fall.
Hilda falters for a moment, before she cuts down another enemy.]
[ His skin goes cold at the news. He'd thought about this fight a million times since he'd fallen—even before, looking at angles that he might've missed. He can't help but wonder now, perhaps if he redirected his forces, or if he moved the Almyran troops to a different formation. Maybe he could salvage this.
He wants Edelgard to suffer defeat like he did. To regret bringing them all into this war. He almost issues the order, when he hears the cry of another infantryman across the canal.
He can't. Victory was never destined for them. ]
Hilda, we need to retreat. [ He steps toward the Empire forces, ready to clear a path. ] I'll cover you. Go. Now.
You, cover me? Don't be stupid, Claude. You know I'm way better suited for that than you?
[Hilda doesn't leave him, instead continuing to fend off more enemies as they begin to swarm what remains of Claude's forces. Raphael and Ignatz are the next to go, Raphael taking out as many as he can before they can reach Ignatz, who then becomes defenceless once his friend falls.
[ His throat feels tight, jaw clenching when he hears about Raphael, who wanted nothing more than to provide for his little sister. Ignatz who had never wanted to fight. Who was the only person in Fódlan who wanted to see what existed beyond its borders.
He can't do this, grabbing Hilda by the shoulder and shoving her roughly in the direction of the Almyran ship. ]
Just go! If we wait any longer, the ships won't be able to leave before the Empire seizes them!
[She looks surprised to be manhandled here, though she at least takes a step towards the ship, even as she swivels back to look at Claude. But then her eyes widen, and—
The thing is, with Claude preoccupied with shoving Hilda, two enemies had the chance to approach, weapons at the ready. Immediately, Hilda dashes forward, blocking the attack of one—an attack meant for Claude's head. However, preoccupied with that, she's defenceless when the second enemy proceeds to stab her through the chest.
Marianne screams. Then, she quickly readies her staff.
But it's too late. One can't heal someone already dead, after all, as Hilda slumps on the enemy's sword.]
[Claude finds himself in a void, empty of any scenery.
And in the center, sitting as her finger taps the ground (?) in annoyance, is Manwol. No monster or body horror features this time, however—she looks as she always does in Claude's memory. When she sees him, she looks... utterly exasperated, actually.
In Claude's hand is a knife: the same from the Dispel spell. He will know, intuitively, that to complete the spell—to see whether he can successfully cure Manwol or not—he must stab her once more.
... But it doesn't look like she's here for a fight, so he doesn't need to do it immediately, if he wants a moment.]
[ That's not an unusual expression for Manwol, so Claude can't help the fond smile that flits across his features, relieved to see her, even if it's like this. ]
I guess I can forgive you, a little. You seem like you've gone through a lot for my sake, so I'll be gracious. But you're not allowed to make me wait again for any longer than this, understood?
... Well, as touching as this moment is—I think we both know there's something you need to do. [She does sound a little reluctant, though. Her hand-holding...] Don't hesitate. You know I don't need wishy-washiness in a man.
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PART 2 - CLAUDE
Standing in the center is Manwol, looking a little monsterified, who turns to look at Claude with an unreadable expression on her face.]
... You always knew it could never last, didn't you?
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She'd be so angry to know her beauty had been messed with. ]
I don't know. I think that you made it pretty clear there was no escape for me.
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this is where I admit I don't know a thing about any powers Manwol should have. She doesn't answer Claude, instead taking out a knife and throwing it at him, aimed at his chest.]
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That's his Manwol.
Actually, that's not his Manwol, because he knows that she's too clingy to ever break up with him, so he just charges at her, swatting the knife away but forgetting that he's made of flesh and blood and not metal, so it slices through his forearm as he does so.
It doesn't matter though!! Because he's just going after her, casting Dispel to summon the dagger to stab her (11). Help. ]
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Anyway. When Claude stabs Manwol, it's as if everything goes black, as Claude's consciousness leaves him.
He dreams of flying with Manwol. The two of them are on his wyvern—the first time he's taken Manwol for a flight. Her arms are wrapped around his waist for balance, as they soar over the beach, over the ocean waves. The sun is warm on their skin, the air crisp up in the sky. Right now, it's just the two of them.
In the distance, he might hear a few notes of a song playing, before it fades to quiet.
When Claude wakes up, he'll find himself in Fodlan, on a battlefield. By him are the rest of the Golden Deer, fighting off the Empire's forces.
Hilda stands out, her pink hair dancing in the wind as she whirls her axe around, refusing to let a single enemy near Claude.]
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But here, back again in Derdriu, he feels momentarily frozen. He hadn't returned to Leicester after leaving Wiwaldi. Couldn't quite yet bear the thought of facing the sum of all his failures.
He readies his bow, firing his arrows at the soldiers around her as he runs toward her. ]
Hilda! You need to retreat! The battle is lost.
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Come on, Claude—I finally mustered up the effort to work, and you're already telling me to call it quits? It's seriously going to kill the groove...
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[ He takes a breath, taking a second to really look at his surroundings. The battle is near its start?
There's no winning, not with Byleth and her ability to move time on Edelgard's side, but if he can just keep them alive...
He fires another volley. ]
I just like to be prepared. I'm just saying, if it looks rough, we get on one of the ships and regroup to fight another day.
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All right, I get it!
[... But Claude isn't wrong. This isn't a fight they can win. Claude and the others can do their best to kill as many of the Empire's soldiers as they can, but the enemy is clearly too powerful. Whether it's the whispers of the Ashen Demon, or Lysithea's magic, or Edelgard herself, they're cutting through Leicester's forces.
The first ripple, coming through the soldiers reporting to Claude, comes in the news of Lorenz and Leonie's deaths as the first to fall.
Hilda falters for a moment, before she cuts down another enemy.]
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He wants Edelgard to suffer defeat like he did. To regret bringing them all into this war. He almost issues the order, when he hears the cry of another infantryman across the canal.
He can't. Victory was never destined for them. ]
Hilda, we need to retreat. [ He steps toward the Empire forces, ready to clear a path. ] I'll cover you. Go. Now.
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[Hilda doesn't leave him, instead continuing to fend off more enemies as they begin to swarm what remains of Claude's forces. Raphael and Ignatz are the next to go, Raphael taking out as many as he can before they can reach Ignatz, who then becomes defenceless once his friend falls.
Still, Hilda doesn't leave.]
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He can't do this, grabbing Hilda by the shoulder and shoving her roughly in the direction of the Almyran ship. ]
Just go! If we wait any longer, the ships won't be able to leave before the Empire seizes them!
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[She looks surprised to be manhandled here, though she at least takes a step towards the ship, even as she swivels back to look at Claude. But then her eyes widen, and—
The thing is, with Claude preoccupied with shoving Hilda, two enemies had the chance to approach, weapons at the ready. Immediately, Hilda dashes forward, blocking the attack of one—an attack meant for Claude's head. However, preoccupied with that, she's defenceless when the second enemy proceeds to stab her through the chest.
Marianne screams. Then, she quickly readies her staff.
But it's too late. One can't heal someone already dead, after all, as Hilda slumps on the enemy's sword.]
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PART 2.................2!
And in the center, sitting as her finger taps the ground (?) in annoyance, is Manwol. No monster or body horror features this time, however—she looks as she always does in Claude's memory. When she sees him, she looks... utterly exasperated, actually.
In Claude's hand is a knife: the same from the Dispel spell. He will know, intuitively, that to complete the spell—to see whether he can successfully cure Manwol or not—he must stab her once more.
... But it doesn't look like she's here for a fight, so he doesn't need to do it immediately, if he wants a moment.]
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I missed you.
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What took so you long? Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you?
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As far as wait times go, that's not the worst I've made you endure.
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She jabs a finger into his chest.]
A girl expects better than that, you know?
[She pauses.]
I guess I can forgive you, a little. You seem like you've gone through a lot for my sake, so I'll be gracious. But you're not allowed to make me wait again for any longer than this, understood?
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He just takes her hand and holds it. ]
Okay. No more waiting.
[ Wow... What if they kissed... ]
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You can kiss this Manwol, sure. I technically cannot stop you. She'll kiss back?]
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THAT SAID he wouldn't actually kiss her because he's not sure if she's going to turn into a monster and stab him
but he will stare gayly at her ]
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And then, finally:]
... Well, as touching as this moment is—I think we both know there's something you need to do. [She does sound a little reluctant, though. Her hand-holding...] Don't hesitate. You know I don't need wishy-washiness in a man.
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Still. ]
You'll be alright, right?
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I've managed for this long. You think something like this will take me out? You're not getting rid of me that easily.
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right. ]
You have a point, I'd be an idiot to doubt you.
[ And because he's just uncontrollably gay, he presses a soft kiss to her forehead.
Before mcstabbing her with the knife. ]
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