The next vision starts, visible to both of them. A fierce battle rages. Alice is slumped over on the ground, only even dimly aware of the fight around her. Her father, brown hair streaked with gray, in armor and wielding a broadsword, fighting her party- Sophie, Aran, Marie, as well as a pink-haired girl and a red-haired boy. The combat is fierce. And Alice can only stare, immobile.
Words of beratement start, though they're fuzzy to her ears. Why is she not doing anything, her father demands. Now is her chance to redeem herself, he says. To prove that she really is his son.
The longer Alice remains motionless, the angrier he seems to be. His sword techniques, able to fight off the whole party at once, grow sharper, more focused. And then, finally.
"If you won't obey me, then I have no need of you, just like your damned mother."
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The next vision starts, visible to both of them. A fierce battle rages. Alice is slumped over on the ground, only even dimly aware of the fight around her. Her father, brown hair streaked with gray, in armor and wielding a broadsword, fighting her party- Sophie, Aran, Marie, as well as a pink-haired girl and a red-haired boy. The combat is fierce. And Alice can only stare, immobile.
Words of beratement start, though they're fuzzy to her ears. Why is she not doing anything, her father demands. Now is her chance to redeem herself, he says. To prove that she really is his son.
The longer Alice remains motionless, the angrier he seems to be. His sword techniques, able to fight off the whole party at once, grow sharper, more focused. And then, finally.
"If you won't obey me, then I have no need of you, just like your damned mother."
The sword arcs down, filling her vision.
And the vision ends.]