The Risen patrols were reduced in number greatly now that the Shepards could take some of the bands single handedly. Ragna Ferox and Yllisse seemed to be in little threat from the Risen, while Plegia's problems were greater and needed more men to handle the wandering bands there. But, on the road between Ylisstol and the eastern palace, Mark and Cordelia were making sport of a small group that was dwindling smaller. Chrom would scold them for making sport out of such a threat, but the pair couldn't help but try and find fun in this boring routine.
"This is where we first met, remember?" Mark quipped as he sent a bolt through the frame of an archer, bringing the figure down with a simple page turn. They stood on a nearby mountain top, taking shots at the enemy below, drawing out the fight into a target practice. Cordelia drew her arm back before she released the javelin she was holding. It planted itself fifty feet away in the chest of a rider, knocking him from his mount. "I was sitting on the edge of the cliff over there, and-"
"And I came over from the debriefing by Chrom, with a box of matches." She finished, pulling another javelin from the compartment on Catria's saddle. "Fighter on the left, in the chest." She loosed the next javelin, and it landed exactly where she had commanded it to land. Mark was always impressed by her accuracy whenever they fought. Trying not to be shown up, he let another pair of bolts loose from his hands and sail towards targets.
"If I'm being overly sentimental, I'm sorry. But it's one of my favorite memories." Cordelia's next javelin was slightly off target, striking a sternum when the desired target was a head. She looked at him, head cocked slightly. "Well, you have to understand I don't have many memories." Mark backpeddled, standing up and drawing his blade "I think we can afford to wade into them now. Unless you wanna keep safe back here." He said with a smirk towards her, trying to play cool and back off the subject.
Cordelia mounted her Pegasus and pulled a lance from the saddle. "Hop on." Mark quickly mounted Catria, much easier now than his original attempts to ride with Cordelia. The two swept off towards the remaining Risen, and easily struck them down. The ivory armored maiden running them through as she flew, and Mark taking off the occasional head as they flew by. Soon, the threat was neutralized, and the pair began to return to the capital. "So what's it like then? Having so few memories?" Cordelia questioned as they walked down the road, Catria flying freely in the skies above.
"Well…I guess I don't know. I don't know what it's like to have a lot of memories." Mark scratched the back of his head as he tried putting words to how he felt. "I think the memories I've made are…sharper? I guess, than most people. More vivid." Mark took his cloak off and held it in the crook of his arm, the sun still beating down on them. "I sometimes wonder what I was like before Chrom found me. Like was I a good person? A bandit? I don't know."
"Well, Fredereck and Chrom trust you, and I guess if you were wanted, Fredereck would know you at least. So I think you're in the clear. Besides," Cordelia turned her head to look the tactician in the eyes, "if you were any kind of bad, I feel like you've used your second chance to make up for it." She smiled at him, and Mark felt more at ease as they walked. What he had spurted out to his comrade were thoughts that always came up in his mind, but what she said made sense. Whatever his past was, his present and future were now dedicated to Yllisse, serving Chrom, and his friends.
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