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Call him on the weird magic medallion heck yeah

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[namestrees]

[He glances up as Yuri recounts Estelle and her difficulties. And while different, they do sound similar, don't they? Insipid Poison, Forsaken Chosen. Both cruel titles thrown to people who didn't deserve it, to do nothing but shake their faith. As different as their worlds all are, people really are similar throughout them all, huh? Everyone just wants to do what they think is their best.

His hand clamp down tighter on his own cup, and he just--nods. Not gonna get stupid emotional, he had enough of that this morning. But there's probably still some misty eyes happening, anyway.]

--Yeah. You're right.

[It doesn't feel like anything is okay, but that does help feel like maybe he could be. If it's a mistake that can be corrected, then correct it. Just be careful of the ones that can't be. That's what Kratos had sort of said, right? Right before betraying them, sure, but-- maybe that means it was the most honest.]

Yeah, okay. Just like Colette and Estelle. I guess that means we gotta really believe it for us, too.

[Because otherwise they would have lied to their friends, right? You believe something or you don't. And if he said all those things to Colette, it means he has to believe it for himself, too.]

[abyssions]

Yeah, we do.

[And maybe Yuri is a bit more willing to say things to other people he doesn't believe for himself, but that's neither here nor there.]

Tell us if you need anything. Be honest. We want to help.