- Sorcha and Karna (C)
Sorcha: Oi Professor!
Karna: What is it?
Sorcha: ... Can I be honest with ya? I... I kinda have a bit of a beef with how I speak Fodlan.
Karna: Your accent, is it not? I don't see what the problem is, you convey your speech coherently enough for anyone to understand. Unlike other foreigners whom I met in Fodlan, who often try and suppress their native accent in favor of trying to fit into the traditional Fodlan lexicon, you on the other hand have seemed to grasp the language just fine.
Sorcha: ... I know, but still. The princess said that me speech is... how do I put it... "barbaric"?
Karna: Ah, you mean the political prisoner? I can now see it, since you tend to wear your heart at your sleeve whereas she is forced into the whole "formal" language of the Adrestian Court.
Sorcha: Can't fit is like a porcupine trying to tunnel up into my arse. Just wanna be honest with myself when I speak... I kinda wanna speak like ye, Professor Karna.
Karna: ... Alright, I suppose I can make arrangements. But remember, I'm not forcing you to speak "properly". I won't teach you what to speak, but rather, how to speak for yourself. Am I clear?
Sorcha: Crystal.
*Sorcha leaves*
Karna: ... Fodlan really has a problem with how they treat with people who aren't them... I would say religion itself is the root of all prejudice, but if I did said that, then I would be no better than those who enforce the status quo. Let them speak how they wish as long as they get the point across, damn it.
