[There's a beat before Estinien brandishes his lance. He falls into battle stance, eyes devoid of killing intent despite his pointing the tip of his weapon at Alphinaud.]
Then explain yourself to the Lady Iceheart once you've met your end with the old creation.
Alphinaud takes steps back, as if putting distance between them would help. He glances around, hoping to find a possible escape route. ]
You—you think using his face was supposed to convince me? [ And he really, really hopes appearances is all this vision can mimic. ] Now I know you are not truly him!
[If nothing else, the room is large. Alphinaud has plenty of space to leap out of the way. Estinien jumps into the air for another attack when Alphinaud feels it—a loose concentration of energy that might gather into something solid if he just reaches for it . . . ]
[ Another tell this is A FAKE: Alphinaud would never be able to dodge the REAL Estinien.
There's that sudden sensation that swells within him, though, and he has nothing else to fight back with. Without a second thought, he does indeed reach for it. ]
He grabs the bat, but it's all Alphinaud can do before the lance pierces through him in one swift movement, and the agonizing yell that follows does nothing to quell the pain. The bat drops to the floor. Lunged deep through his torso, he cannot even free himself from the lance. ]
[A moment passes in agonizing quiet before Estinien withdraws, pulling the lance out of Alphinaud. While this frees him, it also leaves his once plugged wound gaping. Estinien makes no further move as he watches Alphinaud impassively.]
[ Somehow, it hurts even more coming out than it did going on. With a strangled noise, Alphinaud can do little more than collapse to the floor, body trembling as he gasps for air. His little spot is getting... messy. ]
There—there is no one here... to save...
[ Twelve above, he's really going to die again, isn't he. ]
Estinien has nothing more to say—not when Alphinaud is caught in the iron grip of his death throes. Instead, he kneels down and pulls Alphinaud's head back by the hair, then uses his other hand to gouge out an eye before Alphinaud succumbs to the fatal wound.
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… You cannot bring back that which is gone.
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I need not explain myself to you.
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Then explain yourself to the Lady Iceheart once you've met your end with the old creation.
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Alphinaud takes steps back, as if putting distance between them would help. He glances around, hoping to find a possible escape route. ]
You—you think using his face was supposed to convince me? [ And he really, really hopes appearances is all this vision can mimic. ] Now I know you are not truly him!
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Begone!
[Estinien lunges, realizing Alphinaud's fears of mimicking more than a face.]
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There's that sudden sensation that swells within him, though, and he has nothing else to fight back with. Without a second thought, he does indeed reach for it. ]
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Unfortunately, he has tempted fate and, amid summoning his weapon of choice, is not quick enough to escape Estinien's lance in the latter's descent.]
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He grabs the bat, but it's all Alphinaud can do before the lance pierces through him in one swift movement, and the agonizing yell that follows does nothing to quell the pain. The bat drops to the floor. Lunged deep through his torso, he cannot even free himself from the lance. ]
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In the end, your actions have saved none.
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There—there is no one here... to save...
[ Twelve above, he's really going to die again, isn't he. ]
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Estinien has nothing more to say—not when Alphinaud is caught in the iron grip of his death throes. Instead, he kneels down and pulls Alphinaud's head back by the hair, then uses his other hand to gouge out an eye before Alphinaud succumbs to the fatal wound.
Alphinaud Leveilleur is dead.
But it is not yet the end.]