[Estinien is no deft hand at reading people, but he's capable of recognizing these sorts of responses. He'd felt it for himself for a while, as a child, but had the privilege of surviving it. Even so, he doesn't know how to respond to Amos's inquiry. What should anyone feel? He certainly doesn't know.
All he knows is that he left everything he cared about in a state where they seemed happy and safe, only to seemingly have it undone in a moment. The Scions, Aymeric, Alberic... when he'd last seen them he felt only fulfillment and pride, a height he didn't know he was capable of, only so that he had further to fall.
He'd spent so long spurning the world around him for fear of loss. It's in this moment that he remembers why.]
I felt the world die, and all I loved within it.
[Instead of staring at Amos, he now turns his gaze towards the sky, taking in unfamiliar stars.]
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All he knows is that he left everything he cared about in a state where they seemed happy and safe, only to seemingly have it undone in a moment. The Scions, Aymeric, Alberic... when he'd last seen them he felt only fulfillment and pride, a height he didn't know he was capable of, only so that he had further to fall.
He'd spent so long spurning the world around him for fear of loss. It's in this moment that he remembers why.]
I felt the world die, and all I loved within it.
[Instead of staring at Amos, he now turns his gaze towards the sky, taking in unfamiliar stars.]