[The manor. Back then. When he'd been so blissfully ignorant of everything- sheltered as he was, the problems of the rest of the world were so far away, little more than history books and theories and stories, really. He studied and he trained and he loved his country, and everyone around him was there to support him or, in his father's case, give him a goal to which he would aspire.
And then Van took it all away. Not just his life or his family or the future he'd been working towards- he had to take away that ignorance, as well. Sharing the Score, how he was meant to die. Sharing the darkness of the world and how terrible both countries could be, sacrificing their people for victory's sake.
And sharing the fact that Guy's friendship, all of their time spent together, had been nothing but a lie.
He's thought a lot about that time since then. Moreso now that in at least one universe, Guy's gotten his revenge.]
...Whatever you tell me wouldn't be worse than what I've already imagined myself.
[He's become a firsthand witness of that hatred. He's seen that oh-so secret anger rise to life in Guy's eyes. Nothing could be worse.]
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And then Van took it all away. Not just his life or his family or the future he'd been working towards- he had to take away that ignorance, as well. Sharing the Score, how he was meant to die. Sharing the darkness of the world and how terrible both countries could be, sacrificing their people for victory's sake.
And sharing the fact that Guy's friendship, all of their time spent together, had been nothing but a lie.
He's thought a lot about that time since then. Moreso now that in at least one universe, Guy's gotten his revenge.]
...Whatever you tell me wouldn't be worse than what I've already imagined myself.
[He's become a firsthand witness of that hatred. He's seen that oh-so secret anger rise to life in Guy's eyes. Nothing could be worse.]