Master Wei Wuxian sends his gratitude for the flower, which he shall preserve for safe keeping to the best of his ability as a gift from a friend. He extends apologies, for his duties in Alem have limited his ability to send forth a reply, and he has entrusted me with the task as his trusted protegee.
[He's not into you, kiddo.]
I know we have not met before, and don't wish to alarm you - my name is Hermione Granger. I fought with your brother's men on the Eastern Tower, where I remain still fighting to give the citizens of Alem a chance to run from this danger. There is no blame in running away - there are so many young people among the refugees, and I would not wish them the burden of having to pick up arms against your enemies. Children should be allowed to be children, Your Grace. To grow up, to play, to live freely and in safety. Children should not be expected or brought up to consider themselves honourable sacrifices.
We are close in age, princess, so I will do you the favour of directness: your death would benefit no-one. It would not save the city, it would not stave off the undead army, it would not fill the hearts of your people with hope. Live, instead - and live well - and you may honour them more.
If you should want to walk among your people, to know what is in their hearts, reach out to us.
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Master Wei Wuxian sends his gratitude for the flower, which he shall preserve for safe keeping to the best of his ability as a gift from a friend. He extends apologies, for his duties in Alem have limited his ability to send forth a reply, and he has entrusted me with the task as his trusted protegee.
[He's not into you, kiddo.]
I know we have not met before, and don't wish to alarm you - my name is Hermione Granger. I fought with your brother's men on the Eastern Tower, where I remain still fighting to give the citizens of Alem a chance to run from this danger. There is no blame in running away - there are so many young people among the refugees, and I would not wish them the burden of having to pick up arms against your enemies. Children should be allowed to be children, Your Grace. To grow up, to play, to live freely and in safety. Children should not be expected or brought up to consider themselves honourable sacrifices.
We are close in age, princess, so I will do you the favour of directness: your death would benefit no-one. It would not save the city, it would not stave off the undead army, it would not fill the hearts of your people with hope. Live, instead - and live well - and you may honour them more.
If you should want to walk among your people, to know what is in their hearts, reach out to us.
Sincerely,
H.G.