My Furina

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"...I don't know what I'm doing," she admitted at last.

Neuvillette did not respond immediately. He simply stepped closer, his presence grounding yet unobtrusive.

Furina tightened her grip on the railing. "For five hundred years, I played a role I never asked for. And now, with the curtains closed, I-" Her voice wavered. "I don't know who I am anymore."

A soft breeze passed between them. The city of Fontaine continued to thrive below, its people moving forward. But Furina remained frozen, trapped in a past that no longer existed.

Neuvillette, however, did not pity her.

"You have carried this burden alone for centuries," he said quietly. "It is only natural to feel unmoored now that it has been lifted."

She scoffed lightly, though there was no real malice in it. "That's just a polite way of saying I'm lost, isn't it?"

A faint smile ghosted Neuvillette's lips. "Perhaps."

Furina exhaled sharply, shaking her head. "I want to leave," she murmured. "Start fresh. Find a new home." She let out a humorless chuckle. "I have money, at least. Being an Archon paid well."

Neuvillette did not disagree.

"...But I don't know where to go," she admitted. "Or who I'm supposed to be."

A quiet pause. Then-

"You do not have to decide everything now."

Furina turned slightly, looking up at him.

"The people of Fontaine do not hate you," Neuvillette continued. "You may not see it yet, but you are still a part of this nation."