[ she just gives him a look. lightning knows he's not one to crack under pressure, but maybe she's been alone to long to be suspicious—or perhaps simply eager to make sure everyone's all right since she's had no certain way of knowing how things would end. the ability to see all timelines only meant seeing all the possibilities. truth, then, becomes subjective.

too much time, too many mistakes—even the ever-powerful lightning farron doubts herself.

her expression softens with a touch of that doubt and the sorrow that comes with helplessness. ]

...To be honest, I never believed in this stuff myself until I was chosen. Being branded, fighting against the world and defying fate— I thought that was enough. We all did. But then, chaos took advantage of our happiness and ripped it away.

[ she pauses; then laughs soundless and dry in spite of herself. ]

Kind of like Sphere, but even that was lighthearted.