Micaiah/Edelgard C-A Support
Written by @sharyrazade
C SUPPORT
[Edelgard pushes chess pieces across a map in the library.]
Edelgard: If they could have held this bank of the river here…
[Micaiah emerges from behind one of the shelves.]
Micaiah: Excuse me. So sorry to trouble you, but I was searching for someone.
Edelgard: Pay it no mind, it’s no trouble. I don’t believe we’ve met before. I am Edelgard von Hresvelg, imperial princess and heir apparent to the Ardrestian Empire.
Micaiah: My name is Micaiah.
Edelgard: Micaiah…that’s an interesting name.
Micaiah: And this is Yune.
[Micaiah extends her finger on which Yune, seeming agitated, is perched.]
Edelgard: Um, hello, Yune.
Yune: [Tweets irritably, pecks Edelgard on the forehead a couple of times, and flies away.]
Edelgard: [massages her forehead] Ow! What was that for?
Micaiah: I am so sorry. She’s never like this. She usually likes everyone.
Edelgard: Well, she’s just a bird. It’s not as though she knows any better.
Micaiah: Again, I’m so sorry- er- What are you doing with that map? This game looks rather complex.
[Edelgard’s expression lights up with understanding.]
Edelgard: Oh, this? I was just wargaming a conflict from our world’s history. A very pivotal one, at that.
Micaiah: Oh? To what end?
Edelgard: The commanders of the vanquished side made many critical errors that lead to our- the empire being dismembered- reduced considerably. I believe that I could have avoided said errors had I been in command.
[Micaiah nods as she follows along.]
Micaiah: It must have been a dreadful time. But your world’s history- and your country’s- sounds absolutely fascinating. If it’s not to much trouble…would you mind telling me more about it?
Edelgard: Only if you agree to tell me more about yours.
[Micaiah and Edelgard have reached support rank C.]
B SUPPORT
[Micaiah and Edelgard are conversing in the library.]
Micaiah: …and you must understand that the “plague” had decimated the population of Daein, and the previous king and his family were powerless to stop it. In fact, it took almost all of their lives.
Edelgard: I see…so that’s was part of the motive for the integration of the sub-humans-
[Micaiah uncharacteristically shoots her a dirty look.]
Micaiah: Laguz. The laguz.
Edelgard: Of course. Of the laguz into the king’s worldview.
Micaiah: Yes, but there was another part to it, as well. I’ve already mentioned the…fraught history between the peoples of Tellius. And why Daein first seceded from Bengion. Ashnard…disapproved of such rigid distinctions, in one sense.
Edelgard: This king, Ashnard. He sounds like a very interesting figure. It is not difficult to see how he gained so many devoted followers.
Micaiah: [slightly exasperated] Yes, but you have to understand that-
[Sothe emerges from behind a shelf.]
Sothe: There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you! Hm? Who’s this? I don’t think we’ve met before.
Micaiah: Sothe, this is my new friend-
Edelgard: Edelgard von Hresvelg, imperial princess and heir apparent to the Ardrestian Empire. I have heard much about you, Sothe. This one speaks quite highly of you. You are…lovers, if I’m not mistaken?
[Sothe stays quiet, giving Edelgard a steely, defensive look.]
Edelgard: Hm. It seems I’ve overstepped my bounds. So Sothe, is it true you are from Daein as well?
Sothe: [still warily] Yes…Daein is my country… But what’s it to you?
Edelgard: I’ve just been interested in hearing accounts from other citizens of Daein.
Micaiah: [knowing what a disaster this is going to be] Oh, dear.
Edelgard: A cultured visionary of unparalleled military prowess, your King Ashnard was. He was a strong, determined ruler surrounded by decadent weaklings and fanatics. So why is Micaiah so hesitant to speak about these virtues? If we had an emperor like him-
Sothe: [visibly angry] No, no, no, no, NO! Lady, I don’t care who you are. I wouldn’t care if you were the Goddess herself, if you start wishing your country had a ruler like him, you must be just as twisted as he was. They call him the “Mad King” for several VERY good reasons.
Edelgard: He saw a wicked, stagnant system that was holding back everyone- his own people included- and took steps to correct it. From what I’m told, he was ready to either succeed in his aim or die for it. That’s more than I can say for most nobles I’ve known.
Sothe: [hurls Peshkatz into the floor paneling to avoid doing so at Edelgard.] At what cost, you crazy witch?! Taking a course of action he knew damned well would destroy most of our continent- if not the world?! Sending a generation of men to die or be maimed for it?! Performing sick experiments to turn laguz into living weapons?! Tell me, what’s your limit?!
Edelgard: [puts chin in her hand.]: You two have my condolences. To be from a world in such an appalling state that such measures seem worthwhile to enact meaningful change. It must have been agony to even rise from bed every morning.
Sothe: [turns around, picks his knife out of the floor panel and sheaths it.] I’m through with this conversation. I can’t tell you what to do Micaiah, but I’m through with this maniac. Before I do something I’ll regret.
Sothe: And by the way, lady. I’d REALLY love to see you talk this insanity in front of Queen Elincia. Or even better, Commander Ike, King Tibarn, or any of the laguz here. It’d probably be your last mistake.
[Sothe storms from the library.]
Edelgard: I fail to understand exactly what it is you see in him. He’s not unpleasant to look at, but what a rude little urchin.
[Micaiah and Edelgard have reached support rank B.]
A SUPPORT
[Micaiah, reading a book at the bottom of a stairwell, ignoring the commotion in the dining hall where the both Summoner and Anna can be made out to be yelling at several irate, ornery heroes.]
Edelgard: Good evening, Micaiah.
Micaiah: [Looks up, horrified at the scratches and bruises Edelgard has.] My goodness! What happened?! Are you alright?!
Edelgard: Really, they look worse than they actually are.
[Light pools in Micaiah’s fingertips before she touches Edelgard’s face, healing the scrapes and bruises.]
Micaiah: I can’t do anything about your clothing for now, but your wounds are gone.
Edelgard: You have my thanks.
Micaiah: What on earth happened to you?! Did it have something to do with that commotion in the dining hall?
Edelgard: [consciously avoiding making eye contact]: It might.
Edelgard: The history of Tellius is just so fascinating to me. I couldn’t NOT take the opportunity to discuss it with the heroes from there, you understand.
Micaiah: What happened exactly?
Edelgard: Well, I sought out this Queen Elincia your friend Sothe spoke so highly of. I thought she would have some interesting thoughts on what makes an effective ruler.
[Micaiah stares blankly at Edelgard, wondering briefly what she could have said to make probably the gentlest hero from Tellius tackle her to the floor and try to claw her eyes out.]
Edelgard: Well, I may have unfavorably compared her father, Ramon, to King Ashnard. The phrase “doddering, impotent old weakling” might have left my lips at some point.
Micaiah: [sighs in exasperation]
Edelgard: But I was truly trying to compare their effectiveness as kings- once I got to that part, she gave me some…less-than-queenly language before jumping on me like a madwoman. This odd, cat-eared woman got involved shortly afterward, and things just degenerated from there.
Micaiah: [wearing an “are-you-completely-daft” look] Perhaps you would do well to keep those opinions to yourself while you’re here. It’s something of a sensitive issue still.
Edelgard: [huffs] If these Tellians are completely incapable of discussing these matters without it devolving into a melee, that is on them, not me. But honestly, King Ashnard is not the most fascinating individual I’ve read about from your world.
Micaiah: [genuinely surprised] Really? Would it be anyone here?
Edelgard: Actually, it is you, the Silver-Haired Maiden, that fascinated me most.
Micaiah: Wait, what? Why?
Edelgard: Because we have many, if not all of the same motives, but when reading about your actions in the order’s library, I was mystified by most of them.
Edelgard: Well, first of all, the behavior of those they call Branded, yourself included. Despised and shunned by both of your parent races, yet almost all found themselves in possession of some extraordinary ability or another. So why was there never a mass movement of these Branded to rise up and destroy these oppressors? Or at least take the respect you’re due by virtue of your power?
Micaiah: Hmm…I dealt with a lot of people, “like me,” as it were and even still, I cannot speak for them all. But I always received the impression that they almost always thought such thinking was wrong. At the very least, not constructive to creating a better world for everyone. Stefan, Sir Knight…even Soren…no matter how badly they had been treated, all of them could see how dangerous using that power to take revenge against them would be. I only know of one Branded who even came close to thinking like that and she was mur- fell in battle against the Crimeans.
Edelgard: I cannot say that I am satisfied by that answer, but I respect you enough to cease in second-guessing your decisions. Will you allow me another question, Micaiah?
Edelgard: Knowing what you know about your country, Daein, and its mother country, Bengion, and being a Branded, why on earth would you continue to be so patient with these people? Were I in your position, I would have likely burned them both to ash and slept like a babe for so doing.
Micaiah: [winces in discomfort at the implications] I can definitely understand why our neighbors- especially the Crimeans- would say otherwise, but Daein is just like Bengion and everywhere else in one sense; you have good, well-meaning people and very bad people. All of us who fought to liberate Daein knew that there were plenty of good, honorable people there- The Apostle, Commander Sigrun, Duke Persis- among them. We would have never succeeded had there not been.
Edelgard: [scoffs] Hmph, her prime minister? He struck me as a weak-willed coward who would rather throw everything into the hands of his goddess and let his world be destroyed. Where’s the honor in that?
Micaiah: [slightly sadly] Not weak by any means, nor a coward. Just very weary and very, very sad.
Edelgard: I thank you for being most accommodating to me. But would you allow me one final question about your history? Especially concerning those “very bad people.”
Edelgard: So you say that there are good, honorable people everywhere, and that may be true. However, what of when one of those “very bad” people embodying everything wrong with that system comes to power? I am of course, speaking of your Duke Gaddos- Lekain. At what point, do you just decide that your world would be better off burning him- and everything related to him- to the ground? Even with all the trouble he caused, it makes no sense to simply leave the institutions that empowered him standing. They must be obliterated root and branch if true change is to come. And those who stand against these changes should know they do so at their own peril.
Micaiah: I will grant you that every now and again, there are individuals so vile and dangerous that they can no longer be allowed to draw breath. Lekain was one of those men. But to destroy the empire completely? With all of its institutions? I cannot abide that. Not for a single moment. If for no other reason than vast amount of death and suffering that would be the result.
Edelgard: Has there ever been a birth without labor pains? I think not. Nations- and worlds- are no different in that sense. Those who lose their lives in the process of this creation should take solace in the fact that their deaths contributed to something far greater than they could have ever ever been alone.
Micaiah: I’m sorry, but you’re wrong, my friend. My aim is now and has always been the preservation and improvement of the lives of my people. And of all people. It is for that same reason I cannot share in your positive appraisal of Ashnard’s rule.
Edelgard: [crocks her head sideways, cups chin with her thumb and index finger] You truly are the most fascinating woman in Tellius, Silver-Haired Maiden.
[Edelgard proceeds up the stairwell, out of sight. As soon as she is gone, Yune swoops back down to perch on Micaiah’s finger.]
Micaiah: Oh, Yune! Where have you been all this time?
[Micaiah and Edelgard have reached support rank A.]