"Forced" is not the word I would use. I willingly accepted her invitation and I don't regret the life I've made.
[ To Neuvillette, the word forced implies compulsion or coercion, without the individual's voluntary consent or choice. Neither Furina or Focalors did such a thing; Focalors had simply penned the letter and likely left some instructions for Furina on how to receive their guest should he arrive in Fontaine. Furina only knew the bare minimum about her divine half's plans; she had been kind and encouraging as he had taken his first tentative steps into the human world he had rejected as a young child over a thousand years ago.
He could have left Fontaine and returned to his previous life at any point and no one could've stopped him. There were a few times he considered doing so, early on, but the thought never materialized into reality as he continued to find reasons to stay. Law school had been difficult and exhausting, but had given him a sense of purpose and meaning he had lacked when he was living out the wilderness. He came to see the value in both his own work and in all the endeavors of the people of Fontaine, feeling pride and fulfillment in carrying out his duties as a judge. ]
I am glad my power was returned to me after a lifetime of aching for that missing part of myself. [ He continues, closing his eyes for a moment as scattered raindrops hit his face, cold yet soothing. ]
But I wish it had happened in different circumstances, where I wasn't an unwitting piece in a scheme that ended with her killing herself in front of me.
[ The sight of the sword slicing through her body like the blade of a guillotine will haunt him for decades, possibly even centuries; it has been indelibly etched upon his memory. ]
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[ To Neuvillette, the word forced implies compulsion or coercion, without the individual's voluntary consent or choice. Neither Furina or Focalors did such a thing; Focalors had simply penned the letter and likely left some instructions for Furina on how to receive their guest should he arrive in Fontaine. Furina only knew the bare minimum about her divine half's plans; she had been kind and encouraging as he had taken his first tentative steps into the human world he had rejected as a young child over a thousand years ago.
He could have left Fontaine and returned to his previous life at any point and no one could've stopped him. There were a few times he considered doing so, early on, but the thought never materialized into reality as he continued to find reasons to stay. Law school had been difficult and exhausting, but had given him a sense of purpose and meaning he had lacked when he was living out the wilderness. He came to see the value in both his own work and in all the endeavors of the people of Fontaine, feeling pride and fulfillment in carrying out his duties as a judge. ]
I am glad my power was returned to me after a lifetime of aching for that missing part of myself. [ He continues, closing his eyes for a moment as scattered raindrops hit his face, cold yet soothing. ]
But I wish it had happened in different circumstances, where I wasn't an unwitting piece in a scheme that ended with her killing herself in front of me.
[ The sight of the sword slicing through her body like the blade of a guillotine will haunt him for decades, possibly even centuries; it has been indelibly etched upon his memory. ]