Your Majesty. You will take ill if you keep sleeping
[cdb]at your desk.
Mmm? Dedue?
Urgh, I've done it again... Yes, well, thank you
[cdb]for waking me and sparing my poor neck any
[cdb]further damage.
You sounded pained. Is everything all right?
Dreaming of the past again, I fear.
The Tragedy?
No. The day I returned to the capital afterward.
Do you remember the child who cursed me after
[cdb]my father's funeral?
Ah, yes. I believe he was the son of a knight who fell
[cdb]in Duscur.
He was furious that I would not take revenge on your
[cdb]people, and even more enraged to see you serving
[cdb]as my vassal.
He berated me without mercy, demanding I kill you
[cdb]then and there. All I could do was walk away.
Everyone desires revenge for that day.
Survivors and the dead alike cry out for retribution.
I know, Your Majesty.
I seek to fulfill the duty they have given me,
[cdb]and have never once flinched from it. And yet...
Dedue, if I were mortally wounded and begged
[cdb]with my dying breath for you to avenge me,
[cdb]what would you do?
I would do it. Even at the cost of my life.
And if I told you to forget me and live
[cdb]for your own happiness?
I would regretfully decline. I cannot know happiness
[cdb]without you by my side.
I would still seek vengeance. Just...for my own sake,
[cdb]not yours.
Interesting. And nothing I say to the contrary will
[cdb]change your mind?
Your Majesty, can you not live for your own sake?
My life is not my own. It belongs to my kingdom,
[cdb]my people, and the dead.
But had I been born to a different fate...
Well, perhaps I would have traveled outside Fódlan
[cdb]with you as a mercenary. Or perhaps I'd be a farmer.
I confess the thought does sound rather delightful.
Surely you could still tread those paths.
It was a jest, Dedue. I merely said the first thing that
[cdb]came to mind.
I am driven by matters on which I cannot permit
[cdb]myself to yield. I hope you understand that.
Well then, all the more reason to get some
[cdb]proper rest.
If work remains, I will aid you. If you have difficulty
[cdb]sleeping, I will lend you my ear.
But seeing you slumped over at your desk
[cdb]disturbs me.
Every time, I fear death has come for you in
[cdb]the night.
Death will never sneak up on me as long as I remain
[cdb]under your watchful attention.
Your Majesty, please.
Though if I were to die and leave you alone,
[cdb]the aftermath would be horrendous...
I suppose I will heed your advice. Just this once.