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Roswaal:  "Truly, Lady Emilia is weak and fragile, someone embracing such forlorn hopes. You have considered what it would be like to live as a normal girl, I imagine? He has no interest in the real you, not in the slightest. What he loves is the ideal of you that rests within him—is that not so?” Piling insidious words upon one another, Roswaal lowered his gaze, his eyes seeming desolate.
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Emilia:  At first, his words appeared to intentionally insult and scorn, yet, for some reason, Emilia felt like the emotions he revealed were laments that cut into him instead. Perhaps Roswaal himself could no longer clearly differentiate between whether he was speaking about Subaru or about himself. Even as his presence overwhelmed her, Emilia took a short breath.
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Emilia:  "…That’s all you have to say?”
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Roswaal:  “”
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Emilia:  “Is that the only reason why you think you and Subaru are cut from the same cloth?” The question Emilia posed made a questioning air hover in both of Roswaal’s eyes. However, he suspiciously made no reply.
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Emilia:  Roswaal had no words to follow that could match Emilia’s question. Therefore, there truly was something that needed to be said.
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Emilia:  “If that really is all you have to say…”
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Roswaal:  “”
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Emilia:  “You and Subaru are nothing alike.” After all, Subaru, who had chased after Emilia all the way into the tomb, certainly had argued with ideals, and it was not with reason or the importance of liberating the Sanctuary that he persuaded Emilia. All the same, what he’d vehemently argued were by no means whatsoever soft, pretty words alone.
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Emilia:  “You see, Subaru told me that I was a troublesome woman.”
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Roswaal:  “…What?”
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Emilia:  “He asked who I thought I was, doing all kinds of things and causing nothing but trouble. He asked how long was I going to keep doing things like this and make him wait with nothing but hope. He said that I was all talk, that I was so lacking in everything, he couldn’t even look at me—that’s what Subaru told me.” In the tomb, in that cold stonework corridor, Subaru had pressed his forehead to Emilia’s, angrily shouting at her.
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Emilia:  That instant, Emilia remembered the jeers that had shaken her heart. “It was just as Subaru said. I’m a weakling, all mouth, coming up short all over the place.” Emilia had even forgotten that she was a weakling, all talk, lacking in this way and that. She’d thrust away her memories and acted like those parts of her didn’t exist, but Subaru had understood. He’d seen right through her.