>>5950434>“I could never keep up with Petra.” You say, reminiscing about your prior sparring sessions with the Princess of Brigid. “I always thought I was faster than just about anyone in the Black Eagles…but then Petra would come along, and my head would spin just trying to keep up with her. She certainly thrashed me quite often…but I always learned a lot from our fights. She’d always have such kind words to share after we were done too. Even though I…couldn’t exactly understand what she was saying a few times.”“Corrine’s right.” Dorothea affirms. “There’s so much good to remember about each of our friends. I won’t dishonor their memory by moping around every time I’m reminded of their lives. I’ll cherish each day to the fullest, for their sake. We owe them at least that much.”
Ferdinand nods. “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”
“We’ll meet again…right?” Bernadetta asks you.
>“Of course we will. If you ever need a reprieve from your responsibilities, come visit me in Rusalka.”“Don’t encourage her bad habits, please.” Ferdinand sighs.
>“That goes for all of you too. I may have missed the big class reunion this year, but I’m still a Black Eagle through and through. It was brief, but I treasured the time I spent with each of you. You’ll always be my friends.”“Take it easy, kid.” Dorothea hugs you tightly, tears welling in her eyes. You say your final goodbyes to the remaining Black Eagles and watch as they enter the audience hall to meet with Byleth. For a brief moment, you wonder how different things might have been had you stayed at Garreg Mach that day and fought alongside the Professor against Edelgard. It was a question you’d often posed to yourself in the last several years. That day, there were many routes you could have gone down. Things you could have done differently that would have drastically altered the course of your life and those around you. A part of you would have loved to have stayed by their side. But they had their paths, and you had your own. Regardless of how things turned out, you did not regret the decision you made that day.
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For several days, the Blackwings had been camped in a small hamlet near Garreg Mach. With the condition that the monastery was in, there was no way they could reliably house the many sellswords under your banner. Additionally, you felt it would be inappropriate for the Blackwings to take up space that could be used for those that had been displaced or injured during the White Beast attack. Perhaps most importantly of all though, Garreg Mach was in a state of mourning. Many lives had been lost, including the Archbishop of the Church of Seiros. So many things were left uncertain. But as for the Blackwings…
“Let’s get drunk!” Theo roars at the top of his lungs, and everyone packed into the bar reciprocates his scream.
The Blackwings were feeling pretty good.
