Of... sorts. [ Apparenntly it's story for a story ( which, in theory, means that Jason owes her his entire life story, but ). ] Ylisse had been by a peninsula — though I don't have very much memories of visiting the ocean as a child. [ Mostly because she was stuck in the castle in the early years, and then running for her life in the later years. But whatever. ]
When I did have a chance — the sea had looked suffocating at the time. [ Given it was just another escape route that would never work; the ships had long since burned. But she speaks all of it in a casual enough manner, more like recounting the weather a month ago than anything else. ] This is much more pleasant in comparison.
[Hey, she's gotten more of it than most. Don't be greedy.
He's listening, though. Which might have something to do with the way he leads them down the boardwalk and onto the sand, past the fishermen and the pearl-divers, toward the water.
Lucina follows, at least, but not after a healthy pause for curiosity's sake. She's stupid enough to trust him blindly now, eyes on the horizon as she speaks. ] With everything that's going on, this is a rather nice change of pace. [ You know, spring break for mercenaries, because they didn't actually get to have a spring break.
... But they probably end up at the edge of the water, and she stops just before the waves. ] ... Jason?
[He told you he was scoping out the shore. What more do you want from him, Lucina, an itinerary?
If he can hear the hesitation and the question in the pause, he doesn't let on. Walking slowly along the waterline toward the fishing ships in the distance while she stalls.]
[ I mean he's the one who led them out to the water.
Not that she's complaining, exactly, because being far out in the water is ... nice. Calming. She could sit by the beach and let her problems just wash away, for a while.
Except they can't do that, because they're working, and Lucina doesn't understand the concept of having a nice time. ]
What are we looking for, exactly? Something to help us with the mission?
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When I did have a chance — the sea had looked suffocating at the time. [ Given it was just another escape route that would never work; the ships had long since burned. But she speaks all of it in a casual enough manner, more like recounting the weather a month ago than anything else. ] This is much more pleasant in comparison.
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He's listening, though. Which might have something to do with the way he leads them down the boardwalk and onto the sand, past the fishermen and the pearl-divers, toward the water.
Briskly—]
Oh yeah, a regular spring break for mercenaries.
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Lucina follows, at least, but not after a healthy pause for curiosity's sake. She's stupid enough to trust him blindly now, eyes on the horizon as she speaks. ] With everything that's going on, this is a rather nice change of pace. [ You know, spring break for mercenaries, because they didn't actually get to have a spring break.
... But they probably end up at the edge of the water, and she stops just before the waves. ] ... Jason?
[ Why are they here? ]
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If he can hear the hesitation and the question in the pause, he doesn't let on. Walking slowly along the waterline toward the fishing ships in the distance while she stalls.]
What's up, Princess?
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Not that she's complaining, exactly, because being far out in the water is ... nice. Calming. She could sit by the beach and let her problems just wash away, for a while.
Except they can't do that, because they're working, and Lucina doesn't understand the concept of having a nice time. ]
What are we looking for, exactly? Something to help us with the mission?