[zaude... flynn's eyes return to the scar in question, his expression gaining a somberness to it. the mention of the ancient shrine brings back memories, unpleasant ones.
well, sort of. most of what went on immediately after that is sort of a blur following being told that yuri went missing. his mind had been frantic initially but quickly became devoid of anything. unlike the others, the luxury of being upset wasn't one he possessed. allowing anything but confidence to show then, when so many people needed a commanding presence, would have been doing a disservice to the empire and the knighthood.
however, his body worked on auto most of the time. all his commands, ordering boats to futilely search those waters for SOMETHING (even a body...) and whatever else, were given without much in the way of thought. honestly, he still doesn't know the precise date that he left due to not having paid attention to most anything. thinking meant thinking about what happened. thinking meant thinking about the possibility that his best friend was lost at sea forever, not leaving even a body. maybe that hit far too close to his father and hurt far more.
his frown deeps as he looks back up. he needs to know one thing, one thing that has been plaguing him this whole time. they never had a chance to talk at large about what happened so the chance isn't getting passed up now. ...even if flynn fears the answer himself.]
Yuri, what exactly happened then?
[was it really so simple as him falling? if it was then... then how could flynn have failed his best friend so badly by allowing it to happen? how could someone not capable of saving their best friend, of making so many people cry due to that inability, be capable of being a good commandant?]
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well, sort of. most of what went on immediately after that is sort of a blur following being told that yuri went missing. his mind had been frantic initially but quickly became devoid of anything. unlike the others, the luxury of being upset wasn't one he possessed. allowing anything but confidence to show then, when so many people needed a commanding presence, would have been doing a disservice to the empire and the knighthood.
however, his body worked on auto most of the time. all his commands, ordering boats to futilely search those waters for SOMETHING (even a body...) and whatever else, were given without much in the way of thought. honestly, he still doesn't know the precise date that he left due to not having paid attention to most anything. thinking meant thinking about what happened. thinking meant thinking about the possibility that his best friend was lost at sea forever, not leaving even a body. maybe that hit far too close to his father and hurt far more.
his frown deeps as he looks back up. he needs to know one thing, one thing that has been plaguing him this whole time. they never had a chance to talk at large about what happened so the chance isn't getting passed up now. ...even if flynn fears the answer himself.]
Yuri, what exactly happened then?
[was it really so simple as him falling? if it was then... then how could flynn have failed his best friend so badly by allowing it to happen? how could someone not capable of saving their best friend, of making so many people cry due to that inability, be capable of being a good commandant?]