that's... saintsbridge, he recognizes, dimly, before everything starts. the memory kicks off well enough, with rondo smiling a little to himself at the sight of ophilia - as pretty as always, on her way to do the kindling, he recognizes with a note of pride - but as these memories tend to go, everything takes a violent turn for the worse.
the apothecary's treatment bothers him at first too, and then... as things start to unfold, rondo watches in horror, his hand coming up to his mouth as miguel reveals his treachery. it's awful, it's the kind of darkness and avarice of the world that the flame stands so firmly against, and he's holding his breath as the memory finishes.
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that's... saintsbridge, he recognizes, dimly, before everything starts. the memory kicks off well enough, with rondo smiling a little to himself at the sight of ophilia - as pretty as always, on her way to do the kindling, he recognizes with a note of pride - but as these memories tend to go, everything takes a violent turn for the worse.
the apothecary's treatment bothers him at first too, and then... as things start to unfold, rondo watches in horror, his hand coming up to his mouth as miguel reveals his treachery. it's awful, it's the kind of darkness and avarice of the world that the flame stands so firmly against, and he's holding his breath as the memory finishes.
inhale. exhale. ]
...Oh, Alfyn...