An Ounce of Hope
This is an in game scene that I had a lot of fun working on. It's been revised heavily, but I think it's getting there now.
Getting Saerus to finally talk about himself will take a little while, he's not one to warm up easily. This is before he tells you his real name in case that wasn't obvious
You ask Siegweird if he's willing to talk about himself
Siegweird gives a bashful smile, "If you insist, I suppose I can talk a little more about myself since you seem so keen on listening to my unbearable chatter."
He takes a deep breath, "Where to start..? Growing up in the Glacial Rift was fairly calm, I almost miss the cold weather... Aside from that, I was raised by my parents. I can't recall exactly how, but they saw potential in me, perhaps Marae had a plan for me all along? I cannot say... Regardless, even at a young age I knew I had the ability to manifest her light."
He tilts his head down as he begins rubbing the palm of his left hand with the thumb of his other, "looking back on it all, My parents were rather supportive. I remember they wanted so much from me, they told me I had a bright future ahead. I could be a new hope, perhaps a way to ease the balance of the ever growing corruption... "
He fumbles his hands over himself, "They were wrong to put faith in me, I know I can never amount to their expectations... All those years of training... Was it wise to put so much trust in my abilities? Is this really what I was born to do? Will I ever amount to their expectations? Can I really carry out the will or light of Marae?"
He takes a deep sigh, tensing up slightly, "I remember learning to fight, but if I'm being honest I remember the injuries more than the teachings... I couldn't manage my footing well, no matter how hard I tried. With each failure I'm not sure which was worse, facing my mentor or facing my parents. Despite their efforts to cheer me up, I'm sure all I did was disappoint them. I suppose it was around that time I learned that it was much easier to heal a wound than inflict one upon an enemy. It felt like it was the only thing I was good at, but I knew my parents wanted to see me fight, so I kept trying for them. I was so worried that at any moment they'd realize that I'm not suited for this..."
He swaps his thumb to the other palm, "Even with all the training I went through, all the things I've done... All the people I've disappointed... Those I've been lying to... I don't think I could ever return... Honestly... I'm sure I even managed to disappoint my parents the day I was born.."
His cheeks flush slightly as his face grows red, "Sorry for beingnsonunbearable to talknto...nI'm not a very notable person..."
He pauses for a moment, thinking about that statement, "I'm sorry... I kind of have a habit of making puns because my life is such a joke... Perhaps it'll be harder to realize that I'm a disgrace if people take me less seriously, right?"
He looks toward you, "I suppose I feel a little better when I'm with you, as if I know I could do more. I mean, I have yet to disappoint you, right?"
Before you can even say anything he speaks up again, "I suppose there's still a lot to myself that I don't know, and even more that I have yet to truly reveal or even understand... It's nice to just have someone to talk to I guess... Thank you for listening to my rambles... Somehow I feel like with you here people won't realize I'm such a failure by extent... Maybe there's more to myself than I give credit for... Even if it's hard to believe it myself."
He begins to relax slowly, "Perhaps I could get to know some of my neighbors here... Maybe I can do so much more than I ever thought I'd do back at home... I think I can keep this up..."
He takes a deep breath as a small grin curls upon his face, "Thanks for just letting me talk..."