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“I’m done.”
Linhardt had had enough. It had taken all night, but the Professor was finally stable; they were going to survive the final clash. It had taken five years, but the fight was over now. Linhardt was done.
Alone, he walked towards the Fhirdiad docks.
Caspar caught him, of course, and he stopped.
“What are you doing? What about Edelgard’s Institute? You’re awfully good at Crest research. It was your dream.”
“It was,” Linhardt admitted. “You’re awfully good at killing. Do you plan to keep on doing it forever?”
Again, he walked, this time with Caspar at his side.