It isn't the only reason. [ And then quickly she corrects herself – ] Actually, it isn't even the reason but probably didn't help things.
[ In spite of her admission it's hard for her not to feel defensive. Old habits from years of skirting around it made it difficult to not to react that way. She and Claude sleeping together isn't so secretive or taboo to admit now that their Academy days were behind them. Some of the Deer knew, or at least suspected, but they had always remained transparently coy and never outwardly confirmed anything. Hilda had never thought it was a problem or would be one until now.
Hilda wants to leave it at that but she knows that Sylvain won't let her. And after everything they had put him through he at least deserves to know the reason behind their fight. Her gaze purposely stays trained at a place on the floor, trying to keep a level tone and remove as much of the hurt that still festered under her skin. ]
I found something in his domain. Letters about after the war. And there were things in there that I had suspicions about but thought he'd tell me about eventually because we were supposed to be best friends and we told each other everything.
[ There's more of course. Hurtful things like how she had told him that their friends didn't want to be by his side during the war. That he had somehow played a hand in forcing them to be there instead of being there on their own volition. How his words implied that he thought that she was every bit the vapid, dumb flower she made herself out to be. Except she can't bring herself to say as much. ]
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Date: 2023-07-17 04:29 pm (UTC)[ In spite of her admission it's hard for her not to feel defensive. Old habits from years of skirting around it made it difficult to not to react that way. She and Claude sleeping together isn't so secretive or taboo to admit now that their Academy days were behind them. Some of the Deer knew, or at least suspected, but they had always remained transparently coy and never outwardly confirmed anything. Hilda had never thought it was a problem or would be one until now.
Hilda wants to leave it at that but she knows that Sylvain won't let her. And after everything they had put him through he at least deserves to know the reason behind their fight. Her gaze purposely stays trained at a place on the floor, trying to keep a level tone and remove as much of the hurt that still festered under her skin. ]
I found something in his domain. Letters about after the war. And there were things in there that I had suspicions about but thought he'd tell me about eventually because we were supposed to be best friends and we told each other everything.
[ There's more of course. Hurtful things like how she had told him that their friends didn't want to be by his side during the war. That he had somehow played a hand in forcing them to be there instead of being there on their own volition. How his words implied that he thought that she was every bit the vapid, dumb flower she made herself out to be. Except she can't bring herself to say as much. ]