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oh, no, that's how he introduced himself to me too. i just try not to take him too seriously for his own sake.

[Giorno . . . does not want to be a Good Princess.]

i don't think that it is. he likes people who are clever and focused, who don't waste their time on frivolity, who have good hearts. that's you, isn't it? i would think so.

[Poor Zelda. She's at the mercy of his compliments now.]

that's very strange, though. especially given the current circumstances, i'd think a focus on healing would be paramount. i like to make a statement as much as anyone, but i like to be not dead more.

Oh. I see. He must hide your efforts very well.

[She's pretty sure that ship has sailed but... godspeed, Giorno. Even if you're starting to make her feel all uncertain and embarrassed.]

I suppose one could describe me as such. I am just not under the illusion that all people would view me the same way.

[Because she hates herself.]

Perhaps I simply attract that sort of personality, and there is a wealth of healers I am simply unaware of. Either way it is growing quite tiresome, and I am very thankful that I am not alone in thinking that staying alive should be a greater priority as a general rule. [Venting about mild irritations to a trusted ally actually feels... good, kind of? Weird.]

[It most definitely has sailed. But then, part of it’s pettiness, too, and the other part is . . . what? Good-natured ribbing? Friends tease each other, he’s come to learn. Maybe that’s it.]

anyone with taste would.

[He isn’t willing to compromise on this point. She can feel his confidence in the matter through the Bond, not argumentative but content in the irrefutability of his statement.]

[There’s a moment when she’ll feel a sense of hesitation, though, before—]

i would learn healing spells if i could. i used to be able to heal, back at home. i miss being able to.

[—an unexpected sense of relief.]

[And yet her uncertainty remains in the face of his confidence, stemming from somewhere deep and buried within her. Like an infection that's been left to fester unseen for too long, where a surface level treatment is no longer effective in drawing the sickness out.

She doesn't argue, though. She allows it to just be, and focuses on this tiny glimpse he gives into his life before Aefenglom instead. Neither of them speaks often about their pasts, and so she understands the hesitation, and is happily surprised by the relief that follows.]

That is incredible, and, I imagine, infinitely frustrating. In Hyrule, we are reliant on potions and the like to speed along the body's natural healing process. Actual healing magic is something only fairies are capable of.

[...]

And the fairies of Hyrule are quite different beings from those called "fae" here.

it's incredibly frustrating.

[And more than that. As aware as he is of the remaining flicker of uncertainty in her, he can't help but project genuine fear across the Bond: what happens if someone is injured and he can't save them? What is he supposed to do? Of all the things this place has done to him, that's the most unforgivable.]

[This isn't the most powerless he's ever felt, but it's close.]

i feel as though i've lost the most important part of me.

[A brief and blistering moment of honesty, one which is more revealing than he intends. After all, if the most important part of him is protecting people, healing them, saving them from the natural processes of injury and death . . .]

[Well, it doesn't matter.]

less vindictive and cruel, i hope. although the fae are funny sometimes.

They are rather timid creatures, actually. Most will go their entire lives without seeing one.

[But there's a twisting, mournful kind of concern that resonates through her; she feels his pain, his fear, and she wants to fix it. It's an instinctual desire, one automatic as wanting to eat when you're hungry, or sleep when you're tired. She wants to mend this hole that's been left in him.

She just... doesn't know how.]

... It would not be the same, I realize. But there are potions, scrolls, possibly even some enchanted objects that do not require a witch to wield them. I could work on procuring some for you that could potentially replicate such an effect on a minor scale. If you would be comfortable carrying something like that on you.

[...]

It is desperately unfair that whatever force brought us here took these parts of us as a price we did not agree to pay. I might be able to attain a facsimile of what I once had, but it is only that.

[She's still holding back, not willing to go into details regarding the sources of her power before she fell through the mirror, but... this frustration, this hollowness-- she understands it quite well.]

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