Marth couldn't be sure if he'd gotten caught up in events or that things were finally winding down. It's true-- the war is over, the evil Medeus finally slain by his own hand. He could still scarcely believe it. Holding his hand aloft as he lay back on his bed, it seemed impossible that such ordinary human hands could have accomplished such a feat.
Nothing, in fact, had seemed real since that night, though he'd tried his best to focus. So long had they spent fighting, it was strange now to come back to Altea, still largely in ruins, and be immediately put at the head of every reconstruction effort.
He didn't mind, of course. It was all to plan, but scrambling to restore his country left Marth little time to stop and think save for now-- for these nights where the rest of the world fell away, and it was just him and Link again. How long had it been, now?
He rolls slowly out of bed, silently making his way to Link's side at the window while he poses that question. What, indeed. It's not often the question is asked in regards to himself, rather than Altea as a whole...]
Far fewer swords, for starters, and a great deal more nights like this. It's been far too long since we've been home, wouldn't you say?
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waggling intensifiesMarth couldn't be sure if he'd gotten caught up in events or that things were finally winding down. It's true-- the war is over, the evil Medeus finally slain by his own hand. He could still scarcely believe it. Holding his hand aloft as he lay back on his bed, it seemed impossible that such ordinary human hands could have accomplished such a feat.
Nothing, in fact, had seemed real since that night, though he'd tried his best to focus. So long had they spent fighting, it was strange now to come back to Altea, still largely in ruins, and be immediately put at the head of every reconstruction effort.
He didn't mind, of course. It was all to plan, but scrambling to restore his country left Marth little time to stop and think save for now-- for these nights where the rest of the world fell away, and it was just him and Link again. How long had it been, now?
He rolls slowly out of bed, silently making his way to Link's side at the window while he poses that question. What, indeed. It's not often the question is asked in regards to himself, rather than Altea as a whole...]
Far fewer swords, for starters, and a great deal more nights like this. It's been far too long since we've been home, wouldn't you say?