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Livia stepped back in disappointment, with a hint of fear. She had little understanding of what Hallen was by. Of course her outbursts were rude enough, especially towards a soldier, though her fervent inquisitiveness was difficult to subdue. August felt grimly uncomfortable. He knew what Hallen was speaking of. Although August never served in the Holy War, he knew greatly of the damage it inflicted upon Ylisse and countless other nations. Deep down he suspected that Valm would have been a prime target for Norman's ruthlessness. Then again, August was also aware that Plegia worshiped the Fell Dragon. Any nation to commit such heresy was deserving of a crusade. The Valmese soldier was careful not to say that, however.
"I am understanding of your struggle, my friend." August tried to be reassuring. It was a deep battle to not break out in a fit of nationalism. Livia took on a look of fascination.
"You guys aren't going out for a drink without me!" she smirked. "Hey, um... Hallen, right? Maybe once August is passed out drunk, we can go sightseeing!"
"Wait, what?"
August hoped dearly that Livia was joking.
"I am understanding of your struggle, my friend." August tried to be reassuring. It was a deep battle to not break out in a fit of nationalism. Livia took on a look of fascination.
"You guys aren't going out for a drink without me!" she smirked. "Hey, um... Hallen, right? Maybe once August is passed out drunk, we can go sightseeing!"
"Wait, what?"
August hoped dearly that Livia was joking.