[ Damn him and his exacting memory! Well, Lucina isn't quite so condemning with it, in truth - she turns her exasperation inward. It's her own fault for making such a slip in the first place. Looking slightly ill at ease, she doesn't reach for the tea quite yet. ]
That is not a battle I need to fight any longer.
[ The rasp in her voice only grows the more she speaks. By now, the coughs are hiccuping their way out of her chest whether she allows them or not. ]
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That is not a battle I need to fight any longer.
[ The rasp in her voice only grows the more she speaks. By now, the coughs are hiccuping their way out of her chest whether she allows them or not. ]
Can we not leave it at that?