Constance, I think I am starting to have more
[cdb]understanding of you.
Both parts of you are the true you. The part that
[cdb]cannot be accepting is existing alongside the part
[cdb]that can.
These two are always fighting inside you.
It is very difficult.
I would venture to say that you have described me
[cdb]most aptly.
There is still much about myself I have yet to
[cdb]understand, but the idea that the two parts of
[cdb]me exist in a state of conflict is most intriguing.
Before, you were telling me there was no point
[cdb]in having conflict over the past.
You were letting go of the past to be living in the
[cdb]present. Your words were touching my heart.
Yes, I do suppose I may have said something to
[cdb]that effect. How mortifying.
But then you fled before I could be responding.
That was showing me that you have difficult feelings
[cdb]for me after all.
This is also one part of you battling with the other,
I think.
It is entirely possible that such is the case. As I
[cdb]could never hide the truth from you, I must admit I
[cdb]found you somewhat intimidating.
Despite my springing the topic on you without
[cdb]warning, you stood strong and listened, and were
[cdb]even gracious enough to discuss it afterward.
You dazzled me, and I do not respond well to
[cdb]dazzling. I am weak and pathetic as I am now.
No. That is not weakness. It is balance.
The weak part is existing so the other part can be
[cdb]strong for you.
Are you not agreeing?
Why ever would you think that?
Because I am the same. I am also having a weak part.
Like you, I am always pretending that the past is not
[cdb]bothering to me.
But my father is dead, as are many of my people.
This gives me great sorrow, and I am unable to be
[cdb]accepting. The weak part of me is winning.
Why is it that I am still living, when so many others
[cdb]had to be dying?
That is a thought that I ponder often, myself. For
[cdb]what purpose am I even here?
Why is it that I am the only one left to suffer? Is there
[cdb]anything left for me to live for?
All I feel is the pain of the people I have lost.
But I know now that someone like you—a person
[cdb]as dazzling as the other part of me—also shares that
[cdb]same pain.
Of course.
May I be so bold as to ask what it is that gives you
[cdb]solace?
My brother and sister back home. They are still very
[cdb]small, but thinking of them always provides me with
[cdb]strength.
If I am not able to be claiming the throne, they are
[cdb]likely to be killed.
Brigid expects me to be a strong queen. A warrior.
Only I can be improving our relations with Fódlan.
I must be rising to the challenge.
Where are you finding your solace?
I take peace in the dream the other part of me still
[cdb]believes in.
The dream that one day, House Nuvelle will be
[cdb]restored to its former glory. As unlikely as this
[cdb]seems, I find I am unable to discard it entirely.
Then let us both be taking heart. We will be
[cdb]living, and we will be fighting.
We are sharing a past of sorrow. But together, we can
[cdb]be overcoming it, and walking on towards tomorrow.
You have my deepest thanks, Petra.
Alone, I may never have found the courage I need.
But with you beside me...there is hope.