[Sylvain goes quiet for a moment. Talking about his own burden, his own type of "vision" is hardly pleasant for him. But maybe --]
I had something like that, too. We call them crests. And I don't have mine either. Neither does our good king. So... at least he'll understand how you feel.
[Even if Sylvain doesn't. He can't imagine missing a burden like that.]
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[Sylvain goes quiet for a moment. Talking about his own burden, his own type of "vision" is hardly pleasant for him. But maybe --]
I had something like that, too. We call them crests. And I don't have mine either. Neither does our good king. So... at least he'll understand how you feel.
[Even if Sylvain doesn't. He can't imagine missing a burden like that.]