Unless you, like, murdered people and ate the bodies or something equally messed up, I can't imagine anything that would make anyone think less of you, Ori.
[That sentence is perhaps more telling about how things are in Fódlan than Hilda realizes.
Regardless, she can't keep Ori talking about herself forever. Her friend is too kind and too focused on the care and feelings of other people. That the conversation turns to 'but how are you doing?' is an inevitability, albeit one Hilda had hoped to put off just a bit longer in favor of hearing Ori's comparably glad tidings.
Oh well, it was nice not to think about things while it lasted.]
I wouldn't say I'm okay, but I could be a lot worse off. I feel more bad for the people whose dreams I got sucked into. And that includes you, by the way, even though I didn't end up in your dream specifically.
But I mean... having a nightmare is bad enough, but then having people in it seeing all kinds of things about you? It sounds awful.
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[That sentence is perhaps more telling about how things are in Fódlan than Hilda realizes.
Regardless, she can't keep Ori talking about herself forever. Her friend is too kind and too focused on the care and feelings of other people. That the conversation turns to 'but how are you doing?' is an inevitability, albeit one Hilda had hoped to put off just a bit longer in favor of hearing Ori's comparably glad tidings.
Oh well, it was nice not to think about things while it lasted.]
I wouldn't say I'm okay, but I could be a lot worse off. I feel more bad for the people whose dreams I got sucked into. And that includes you, by the way, even though I didn't end up in your dream specifically.
But I mean... having a nightmare is bad enough, but then having people in it seeing all kinds of things about you? It sounds awful.