Well, we all seem to be differently dressed to everyone else; one way or another, I'm sure it won't be hard to find each other again. Stables, taverns, large open areas; we can figure it out between us!
[Aw, that embarrassment is endearing to the max; Gordin barely bites back a smile even as his ears burn up.] That's true; every soldier is nothing alone, and no matter what the stories say, you're only human. Without you, though...No one would've made it to Talys, least of all me. [Boy howdy he's not used to talking about such deep (or painful) topics and it shows with how slowly he speaks. Gotta take time to consider his words and all.] You gave us all someone to fight for, and you're a really good leader besides; I used to pity our enemies sometimes, that they didn't have you for a king. ...But then, I suppose we grew up together, in a way. [Not that he'd ever dream of using that as an excuse to treat Marth like a little brother, no. Never.] For that alone, you've been a great friend to me.
Ah, he is! They seem like a bit of a mixed bag, but all good sorts from what he tells me. [Softly--] ...He mustn't have gotten around to writing about placing first though, and under Cain too! Um, that is...Phew. I'm not going to lie, but knowing that they all work together so well and that you think so highly of their captain is a weight off my shoulders. There's no higher endorsement for a soldier than his king's approval, right?
[Aaaaand that's enough to have him trip over his own feet for a second. Honestly, much more praise and he's going to pop. Once he's righted himself and tried to cover it up with nervous laughter though, Gordin's voice turns to something softer than usual. How long had it been since they'd gotten to talk like this?] Heh, you'll have me crying if you keep that sort of talk up. I always was a little soft for your speeches, sire.
[Hey, kidnapped, worldnapped; he's a pro at this sort of thing right?]
...i accept this substitute as long as you don't laugh when i fall over
[Aw, that embarrassment is endearing to the max; Gordin barely bites back a smile even as his ears burn up.] That's true; every soldier is nothing alone, and no matter what the stories say, you're only human. Without you, though...No one would've made it to Talys, least of all me. [Boy howdy he's not used to talking about such deep (or painful) topics and it shows with how slowly he speaks. Gotta take time to consider his words and all.] You gave us all someone to fight for, and you're a really good leader besides; I used to pity our enemies sometimes, that they didn't have you for a king. ...But then, I suppose we grew up together, in a way. [Not that he'd ever dream of using that as an excuse to treat Marth like a little brother, no. Never.] For that alone, you've been a great friend to me.
Ah, he is! They seem like a bit of a mixed bag, but all good sorts from what he tells me. [Softly--] ...He mustn't have gotten around to writing about placing first though, and under Cain too!
Um, that is...Phew. I'm not going to lie, but knowing that they all work together so well and that you think so highly of their captain is a weight off my shoulders. There's no higher endorsement for a soldier than his king's approval, right?
[Aaaaand that's enough to have him trip over his own feet for a second. Honestly, much more praise and he's going to pop. Once he's righted himself and tried to cover it up with nervous laughter though, Gordin's voice turns to something softer than usual. How long had it been since they'd gotten to talk like this?] Heh, you'll have me crying if you keep that sort of talk up. I always was a little soft for your speeches, sire.
[Hey, kidnapped, worldnapped; he's a pro at this sort of thing right?]