yoon's palace

[strawsandals]

I thought I told you to leave me alone.

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[unweathered]

You seem fine with...all of this.

[ Fucking gods, honestly. Schneider has no patience for either of them. But when the sword pointed at Aerith, Schneider watched too closely. Worry? Fear? Neither are like her.

That resignation to that fate though...Schneider doesn't like it.]

[gardenful]

Fine with it...

[ She tests the words out on her tongue, thinking about how that statement feels in her voice. ]

I'm not. I'm glad I'm alive, but that I could have died at all, or that Yoon could have... I'm not okay with that.

[ And she isn't so sure that she's okay in general right now either. ]

[unweathered]

[Something undefinable eases out of Schneider's tense shoulders. It's not a feeling she can place, all things considered. It's not quite relief, or gratitude, or sadness. But--]

...good. You should value your life.

[That's as much as Schneider can admit to, with her stone cold heart. She's not someone easily moved. And yet...]

You looked too resigned to it. I don't like that.

[gardenful]

I do. I've got lots of friends back home I care too much about to ever throw it away.

[ This much she feels strong about, at least. There's a certain conviction in her words that Schneider can probably hear. ]

I wouldn't call it resigned, but... resolve, maybe. [ A pause. ] I don't know how I feel about it either. I knew that it could be bad, but I had a feeling that everything would work out.

[ That isn't quite right either, but she doesn't know how to put it into words. ]

...Or something like that.