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[Hans makes a show out of slowly blinking, before placing a single hand against his chest, as if surprised by her comments. Okay, maybe he's a little shocked, but he's definitely exaggerating a bit.]

Nothing of that sort. I'd never assume you hold such demons within you. [Unless she wants to confess something now--] I just want to hear your honest opinion.

I...

[ There isn't a part of her that believes he cares about her honest opinion. This should be easy to answer, but still, she hesitates. It is truly against her nature to wish death outright upon someone, least of all someone so deceptively charistmatic. There is still a part of her that hopes he will eventually learn from his failures.

But he asked for honesty. ]

Maybe there is a part of me that thinks your world would be a better place if you were. But those demons will not win, and neither will you.

[Hans lets his hand drop from his chest, only for it to raise up and lightly grip his own chin, as if considering her words. So, it's not a full on 'hope you die,' but somewhere in the middle?? Guess he'll just have to accept this answer for now. The prince lets out a loud sigh, before smiling at her.]

Well, I'm here to bring you good news, Lady Susato.

I was caught by everyone and sent back home to face punishment. And that punishment? Well, even I don't know! Maybe my father will execute me by his own hand or maybe he just wouldn't even care.

[That last bit is a lie, because his father would definitely care, only if because he soured the reputation of the Southern Isles. Hans doesn't find himself caring all that much, since he was never going to become king there.]

[ The smile is unsettling, his words sarcastic, and she takes no comfort in any of it. He speaks dismissively, but she finds it hard to believe that his father wouldn't care, or that Hans himself wouldn't care. ]

I think you care very deeply about what he might think.

[ Her tone may be accusatory. ]

Is that why kingship mattered so much? Simply because it's what was expected of you?

[If Hans is affected by her accusation, he doesn't show it, even if she's not entirely incorrect. No matter what he says otherwise or how much time's passed, the fact of being the last son and therefore the prince with the least value or weight, will never vanish. It's what's driven him throughout the years, only now thinking of a life that can be far more mundane.

But even then, he's not sure. Maybe it's not even worth considering, since that time may have very well passed for him back home.]

You know, Ferran asked me a similar question while we were in the dream. [Just going to get Ferran involved with this, why not.] I believe that the most simple answer may be 'yes,' in the end. Or I just wanted power for myself, you can choose.

[ Ferran? Ferran was in the dream...?

Faces blur together when she thinks back. Even if he had been, she wouldn't remember now, though she'd like to think that memory wouldn't fade easily. Her brow visibly furrows at the thought, and at his dismissive answer. It's not on her to decide something like that. ]

What did he ask exactly? Did you give him the most simple answer, too?

He asked what being a king would mean to me and I offered the same answer to him as I did to you.

[Well, almost the same answer, similar enough that Hans doesn't think it necessary to bring up what he really said to Ferran. Besides, he doesn't want to repeat everything he said to him, as some bits are somewhat personal to him. There's no need to bother Susato with those things either.

Hans gives his most believable apologetic expression to her, but it's probably obvious that he doesn't mean it at all.]

If it helps, he was as equally disappointed in my answer as you are.

[ She couldn't ever speak for Ferran, but she thinks she understands. By the way he wrote and spoke about him, he seemed to admire the prince a great deal. ]

He thought better of you, I suppose. But he has his own demons, too.

[ Don't they all? But they're not here to talk about those. ]

I hope you enjoy the freedom Songerein has efforded you, in any case. May you find another path that doesn't have to be paved with blood.

[Hans doesn't believe that Ferran views him in the same way as Susato, especially regarding this matter, but he doesn't bother to make his thoughts known. Ferran can think whatever he wants and he isn't going to speak for him, not this time. Hans is more than fine letting the two of them talk things out if it comes to that.]

Do you plan to personally stop me if I decided to stick with my initial path? Are you going to tell everyone what I'm really like?

[Maybe he shouldn't encourage her, but Hans can't help it. When he's not trying to make people comfortable around him, he just likes to push people's buttons.]

[ Ah...

Now it makes sense. The reason he reached out to her to begin with. Everything clicks. Susato looks warily at him and shakes her head, though whether she's saying 'no' or just continually disappointed, it isn't immediately obvious. ]

There is nothing to stop as of yet. I don't wish to spread panic over nothing, not when you've committed no crimes to speak of against the people here.

But know that I will not lie for you. And I won't protect you.

[Of all the people to learn of his 'secret,' Susato is the first to show at least some distaste towards him. He doesn't find himself hurt or anything, honestly, it's relieving in some twisted way. Hans can't fully explain it, so he just continues, raising both his hands lightly as if to reassure her.]

Don't worry, I wouldn't put such pressure on someone as morally upright as you to protect someone like me.

[ Morally uptright isn't the insult (to her) that he thinks it is. Or... maybe she's just taking it that way, given what she's learned about him. She doesn't wish to escalate things unnecessarily, so with the surrendering gesture of his hands, she feels like she can relent. ]

Then, is there anything else that I should know?

...About you, or the Southern Isles you call home?

[Hans tilts his head just slightly upon hearing that question. It's far from the first time he's been asked that, but he presumed that she wouldn't care to learn more about him after everything. He can talk about his life back in the Southern Isles, but he really has nothing much to say about it other than feeling utterly hopeless and hating every moment of it.

Okay, he might have some things to say, but he's not going to get into it. Hans pulls his arms behind his back and leans forward just slightly, smiling all the same.]

What is there to learn? Don't tell me that you're still curious about the prince that tried to murder a queen.

[ ...Gugh. She didn't need the reminder, for it to be spoken so openly. But there's no turning away from it, and now anytime she thinks of him, this will be all she can think about.

What else is there to learn? Probably plenty. Shouldn't she at least try to understand, to try to keep a repeat attempt from happening? Yet her mind goes blank. ]

I know that's not all there is to you. No... I have to believe that it isn't. But if that's all you're willing to share... then I have plenty to think about already.

Maybe I'll tell you more on another day.

[He straightens himself, that placid smile still adorning his face, even though it's clear that he's intending to leave Susato with her possibly troubling thoughts. Hans knows that she'll be fine though, she's pretty strong. He can say that with relative certainty.

I'm sure I burdened you enough for today. I don't wish to trouble you more than I already have, Lady Susato.

......

[ He really is...charming. As much as she tries to remind herself that he is faking it, she thinks back on the time he took her around the lake. The time she became a guest at his house.

She knows where this guy lives, and the reverse is true, too.

...She will most certainly see him again. ]

Will you give my regards to Sitron for me?

[An unreadable look passes by Hans, if just for a second, before he nods and turns just slightly, intending to leave her be for now. He's done what he set out to do and somehow, he wasn't punched. He'll count that as a win.

But just as he's about to walk away, the prince decides to elaborate just a little more, throwing one last comment at her.]

I certainly will. Sitron misses you, as he misses anyone that is so kind to him.

[ Susato watches him as he takes his leave, and does nothing to stop him. Her hand grips the air in a fist, and she lets out a sigh, almost like she had been holding in breath. She also decides to give one last comment as his frame gets smaller with distance. ]

...I miss him, too.

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