What other reason could there be? To protect me, of course. And... I wanted to protect him, too.
[He smiles faintly, shaking his head.]
This fate... he must have fought against it, here and there. Tried to find other ways. Like Cor and Ardyn talked about. So him not telling me made the most sense at first- why would he say anything, if he was determined to change it? But there was so much else going on... and after two thousand years, no one else came up with a better idea. A few years in our generation wasn't gonna make much of a difference.
[He swirls his hot chocolate around, taking a long sip. The chocolate is soothing, a pleasant balm against the grim truth of what he has to say.]
What I have to do... it doesn't make anyone happy. And sometimes I think about how I might've grown up, if I had known for all these years. Would I even be the same person? Would I have bothered with friends, or getting to know people outside of the ones I had to know, like Luna or the Six? Would I have learned anything except how to fight, if it was all pointless? I... don't think I'd be me. I'd just have been like the walking dead, waiting for the Crystal to call on me. Life wouldn't have any meaning or value, so I'd have nothing to lose when I died. By not telling me anything, my dad... saved my life, even if he can't actually save my life. Does that make sense?
[He'd lived 20 years, believing it was a fragment of how long he'd exist in their world, when in truth it was all he'd ever get. Such a short amount of time, but it was... a pretty good life. He grew up, he learned so much, he gained friends and allies, seen a good chunk of what the world had to offer. For twenty years he lived.]
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[He smiles faintly, shaking his head.]
This fate... he must have fought against it, here and there. Tried to find other ways. Like Cor and Ardyn talked about. So him not telling me made the most sense at first- why would he say anything, if he was determined to change it? But there was so much else going on... and after two thousand years, no one else came up with a better idea. A few years in our generation wasn't gonna make much of a difference.
[He swirls his hot chocolate around, taking a long sip. The chocolate is soothing, a pleasant balm against the grim truth of what he has to say.]
What I have to do... it doesn't make anyone happy. And sometimes I think about how I might've grown up, if I had known for all these years. Would I even be the same person? Would I have bothered with friends, or getting to know people outside of the ones I had to know, like Luna or the Six? Would I have learned anything except how to fight, if it was all pointless? I... don't think I'd be me. I'd just have been like the walking dead, waiting for the Crystal to call on me. Life wouldn't have any meaning or value, so I'd have nothing to lose when I died. By not telling me anything, my dad... saved my life, even if he can't actually save my life. Does that make sense?
[He'd lived 20 years, believing it was a fragment of how long he'd exist in their world, when in truth it was all he'd ever get. Such a short amount of time, but it was... a pretty good life. He grew up, he learned so much, he gained friends and allies, seen a good chunk of what the world had to offer. For twenty years he lived.]