[ Elda Marker doesn't have near the wherewithal or the selflessness to comprehend their argument right now - let alone more tangential things like whatever apology she owes Vanille - beyond the emotional responses she has in this moment. In this moment, a sea of confusion, fear, and conflicted memories are all stirring, whirling in his mind.
And Elda Marker cries. Wails. Bleeds a little, on her knuckles.
But she also appreciates the warmth of her friend, the one who she had been putting through far too much on her behalf but who she had been trying so hard for as well. There's some irony in leaning on a god when you've so defamed a holy place.
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And Elda Marker cries. Wails. Bleeds a little, on her knuckles.
But she also appreciates the warmth of her friend, the one who she had been putting through far too much on her behalf but who she had been trying so hard for as well. There's some irony in leaning on a god when you've so defamed a holy place.
The thought isn't entirely lost on her ]