When he comes round, Eula is some few steps closer, one hand reached out, not touching but prepared, waiting to catch him should he fall. They draw back when the clarity returns to the young man's eyes, but there's a familiarity to the whole thing, as though they've stood over someone in the throes of such a vision many times.

At his words, their eyebrows rise, just before a small sigh escapes them. "Saw that, did you," they say, not a question. There's only one thing those words could refer to, after all.

It's not how people usually find out. In the aftermath of the vision, Fridtjof doesn't seem to have quite put it together yet. They have no doubt but that he will.

There's a hint of a chuckle in their voice as they say, "To a Garlean sensibility, that was as hot-blooded a killing as they come. The nobility especially are taught from a young age that our emotions will come to rule us should we give them an ilm, and I gave my love for my brother and my lust for justice many leagues that day."

There is no regret in their tone. They regret many - most - things that came after, but not that.

Glancing off with a distant look, Eula quotes themselves - "A commander must be held responsible for his failures to his men. That is the 'me' to which I looked for guidance when I had none, and regardless of any other's words, I do not believe that she led me astray."