Edgar didn't have to speak the language when Yuffie spoke that way. It was entirely unmistakable what she thought of the situation. Edgar just shook his head, both exasperated with the situation and unable to hide a grin at Yuffie's expense. "It seems to me you're doing entirely too well on your own, my dear," he said, with only a hint of a smirk. Just a hint. Really.
He was saved from retribution by the memory ending and Auron - thankfully - letting go of the girl on his own, seeming to come to his senses at the same time. Edgar tamed the smirk as fast as he could, shaking his head at Auron's question. "Edgar Roni Figaro, king of Figaro. I believe we're trapped in something having to do with memories - something similar happened last year, just before my own appearance in Gaia, and my friends told me a little about it even though I wasn't here to see it for myself. You were certainly reacting to something neither of us could see or hear, just as-"
"Happy birthday, boys."
That voice stopped Edgar cold in his verbal tracks. He hadn't heard that voice in a dozen years or more - and around them, the image of Figaro castle began to grow, brick by brick, a scene Yuffie at least should have been familiar with, perhaps even Auron thanks to network posts from various people who lived in the castle. The setting was the throne room, not looking much different from the way it did in Gaia, and true to Edgar's memory it was starting to fill with people. The owner of that voice, however, was behind him...
And when Edgar turned around again, he was fifteen once more, on the last birthday he'd ever had without the looming threat of the Gestahlian Empire hanging over their heads. "Thank you, Mother," he replied with a smile, looking from her to his father next to her, their arms linked and still clearly very much in love after more than two decades of marriage. Sabin was next to him, dressed identically - they often were, then - and with hair that hadn't been hacked into a short ponytail yet.
"Thank you!" the younger twin echoed, both of them smiling wide. Most of the kingdom had been invited to the celebration, which both brothers appreciated - it made the party feel like like an excuse for the nobles to pat themselves on the back about various things and more like a large group of friends having fun.
"I take it you two are happy with how things turned out?"
Almost as though cued, they laughed together, cutting off at nearly the same time. "You have no idea! This is perfect!"
Edgar nodded in agreement, smiling widely. "It really is - thank you, this is more than we ever hoped for!"
Edgar then Yuffie? Think Yuffie's close enough to see Edgar's?
He was saved from retribution by the memory ending and Auron - thankfully - letting go of the girl on his own, seeming to come to his senses at the same time. Edgar tamed the smirk as fast as he could, shaking his head at Auron's question. "Edgar Roni Figaro, king of Figaro. I believe we're trapped in something having to do with memories - something similar happened last year, just before my own appearance in Gaia, and my friends told me a little about it even though I wasn't here to see it for myself. You were certainly reacting to something neither of us could see or hear, just as-"
"Happy birthday, boys."
That voice stopped Edgar cold in his verbal tracks. He hadn't heard that voice in a dozen years or more - and around them, the image of Figaro castle began to grow, brick by brick, a scene Yuffie at least should have been familiar with, perhaps even Auron thanks to network posts from various people who lived in the castle. The setting was the throne room, not looking much different from the way it did in Gaia, and true to Edgar's memory it was starting to fill with people. The owner of that voice, however, was behind him...
And when Edgar turned around again, he was fifteen once more, on the last birthday he'd ever had without the looming threat of the Gestahlian Empire hanging over their heads. "Thank you, Mother," he replied with a smile, looking from her to his father next to her, their arms linked and still clearly very much in love after more than two decades of marriage. Sabin was next to him, dressed identically - they often were, then - and with hair that hadn't been hacked into a short ponytail yet.
"Thank you!" the younger twin echoed, both of them smiling wide. Most of the kingdom had been invited to the celebration, which both brothers appreciated - it made the party feel like like an excuse for the nobles to pat themselves on the back about various things and more like a large group of friends having fun.
"I take it you two are happy with how things turned out?"
Almost as though cued, they laughed together, cutting off at nearly the same time. "You have no idea! This is perfect!"
Edgar nodded in agreement, smiling widely. "It really is - thank you, this is more than we ever hoped for!"