His Highness had escaped. That was the most important part. He'd made sure, if nothing else, that this was true. Bloody and beaten, Dedue gasped for breath on the ground. The guards of Fhirdiad Castle had left him for dead. He wasn't sure whether or not they should have just finished the job. Dedue felt his eyes get heavier and heavier. The fight to keep them open was becoming a Herculean task. Perhaps he didn't need to. He had done his duty. Yes. Perhaps, finally, he could sleep for a while...
- The Infinite Spirit Halloween -
When Dedue's eyes opened again, the world looked wrong. Surfaces were too flat, nothing like the stone of Faerghan architecture. The light came from strange directions, and it was not the right colors. And there was... clothing? The clothing was garish and disconcerting, even by Fodlan standards. He must have been having a nightmare. Though, if this was the case, why did everything still hurt like it was real? *Where am I?* he tried to ask. But what came out of his mouth was just a small, pained exhale.
A Vassal's Duty Is Never Done
Bloody and beaten, Dedue gasped for breath on the ground. The guards of Fhirdiad Castle had left him for dead. He wasn't sure whether or not they should have just finished the job.
Dedue felt his eyes get heavier and heavier. The fight to keep them open was becoming a Herculean task. Perhaps he didn't need to. He had done his duty. Yes. Perhaps, finally, he could sleep for a while...
- The Infinite Spirit Halloween -
When Dedue's eyes opened again, the world looked wrong. Surfaces were too flat, nothing like the stone of Faerghan architecture. The light came from strange directions, and it was not the right colors. And there was... clothing? The clothing was garish and disconcerting, even by Fodlan standards. He must have been having a nightmare. Though, if this was the case, why did everything still hurt like it was real?
*Where am I?* he tried to ask. But what came out of his mouth was just a small, pained exhale.