[Distantly, in the back of his mind, Linhardt is pleased because he'd been wondering where his name was on Ferdinand's body. At the front of his mind, however, he is... well. At a loss, to be honest. Somehow he hadn't anticipated this. He'd forgotten their first exchange had even happened: the thought of soulmates was long and gone from his mind. The fact that he had lied to Ferdinand was long and gone from his mind.
It's impossible, but seeing Ferdinand this upset because of something that he did makes it feel like his soulmates words are burning on his chest.] I don't know if I convinced you so much as... [He trails off because any sort of defensiveness is telling and not what Ferdinand, whom Linhardt has come to care for very much, deserves.]
I didn't know who you were. [As a person.] And I have no interest in soulmates.
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It's impossible, but seeing Ferdinand this upset because of something that he did makes it feel like his soulmates words are burning on his chest.] I don't know if I convinced you so much as... [He trails off because any sort of defensiveness is telling and not what Ferdinand, whom Linhardt has come to care for very much, deserves.]
I didn't know who you were. [As a person.] And I have no interest in soulmates.