( dycedarg... meredy had heard that name many times during the night. as she reads over ramza's letter again, she sits in her dimly lit room, moogle poised wih a quill ready to reply. idly, as she coached him through the words she wanted to say in return, she wondered what sort of person ramza was... )
Did you... know Dycedarg? Was he someone from your home? I am wondering because... there was also someone in the dream from my home, too. Someone that maybe is known to Dycedarg too, since that is what it seemed like.
I do not believe there is a reason for Ramza to be sorry, either. Maybe you will feel this way, and because you do, that makes you different, does it not? Ramza is not Dycedarg just like... Meredy is not Shizel.
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Did you... know Dycedarg? Was he someone from your home? I am wondering because... there was also someone in the dream from my home, too. Someone that maybe is known to Dycedarg too, since that is what it seemed like.
I do not believe there is a reason for Ramza to be sorry, either. Maybe you will feel this way, and because you do, that makes you different, does it not? Ramza is not Dycedarg just like... Meredy is not Shizel.
-- ๓eredy