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Dedue has separated himself from the others this evening, despite having just returned, pacing anxiously along the edges of their camp. For now, he needs a moment alone to think- to truly process the changes the last five years have brought to his friends. As he marches beneath the cold lone moon sky, he begins strays further from the perimeter of their encampment. The fires that dot the night watch positions fade behind him.
It does not feel right inside of him to strike down his former classmates without reservation, but they are Dimitri's orders- and he would never disobey, even to question them is unthinkable. In that, his failure to strike down Ferdinand weighs heavy on his chest, and yet some small part of him feels relieved for that.
He supposes it is just the nature of war, to have to clash swords with those you once studied beside, but he finds no joy in it. As he walks he comes upon the river, staring down at his distorted reflection in the water. If Ferdinand is wise, he will disappear completely and they will press on to capture the bridge without his loss of life. If not- well, Dedue saw him escape once. He can not allow it to happen again. ]
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[A noble does not retreat. He does not give up. Long ago, when he was younger, he might have thought to preserve his life and turn tail. Ferdinand no longer has the option - not when he's stranded in enemy territory, too deep to make it back out with his injuries. To try and take on the Great Bridge head-on would be little less than suicide. What can he do, then?
The question swirls in his mind as he hides in the forest, tending to his wounds. Ferdinand ties off a makeshift tourniquet on his leg and leans against the prickly bark of a tree. He's exhausted to the bone. But he has to think of his next move. Night was quickly falling.
That's how the beleaguered nobleman spots Dedue. It is difficult to overlook the mountain of a man and Ferdinand, upon seeing him, reacts out of instinct. He ducks into the cover of the bushes, praying that he hadn't been noticed.]
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[ Dedue is about to return to their encampment, when a noise nearby catches his attention. It could of course be a great number of things- an animal, most likely, or something else benign- but now was not the time to dismiss such things as not requiring attention. He had learned long ago even the most insignificant things could be indicative of something greater.
He wheels about from where he has been pondering, scanning the sparse woods for signs of life. Nothing, no one. And yet... he does not feel it sufficient to simply leave it at that. Dedue moves closer, intent to investigate. If it is nothing, then the only thing wasted will be a little of his time. He thinks he see a flash of something, but he can't be sure. It dawns on him suddenly that he doesn't want it be anything. Or anyone. ]
Show yourself. [ He demands it to what he hopes is nothing. ]
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[Pressed against the ground, Ferdinand dares to peek around the bush. It is, without a doubt, Dedue. There's no mistaking it. His fingers lightly scrape at the dirt as his head spins with thoughts. Why would he be out here alone, when he knew Ferdinand was still alive? When he didn't know if Imperial forces still lingered in the area?
A foolish mistake, Hubert's voice mutters in the back of Ferdinand's head. One that he may come to regret - though, if you act rashly, you will be the regretful one.
It's infuriating that, even now, that man is here to bother him. Ferdinand assesses his options. With his injured leg, there's no way he can win against Dedue. Much of an opportunity as this is, a head-on attack will result in nothing but death. He's sure of it.
But he can't let this chance slip by him, either. There must be something Ferdinand can do. He remains still, does not answer Dedue's demand.
--only, behind him and unnoticed, a deer passing by stops. Freezes, its gaze fixed on Ferdinand's position.]
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[ Dedue shoulders his axe into his hands in a fluid motion, ever the prepared. If it is nothing, which is what he still hopes, then the most required of him will that he holsters his weapon without use. And perhaps, that is what he hopes this will be. ]
Hmm... [ If there were someone here, he can't say he expected them to reveal themselves. And- please, don't let it be him plays loudly through his head. His gaze is quickly demanded by the passing deer and then- is it looking somewhere?
He follows the sight line of the deer, which seems to know something he does not.
Ah-- there he is. It would be so easy, perhaps, to strike now, powerful and acting with advantage- but- despite his orders, the best he can do is grip tightly at his weapon, wishing things were different. ]
Ferdinand. [ His voice falters halfway through, betraying his otherwise menacing approach. ] You should be far from here by now.