[Oi vey. Tradition. She gets that. Merida takes a chug of her ale to down her next bite of apple, nodding in some sympathy.]
Well, for what it's worth I'm glad you didn't kill him. [EVEN IF SHE HASN'T MET HIM, she knows she could would have done the same if it was Angus. Or her mother in full bear mode. That thought gets shoved into the back of her head.] It takes guts to step away from tradition.
[Says the one who defied tradition in order to not be married. Then again, she gets the feeling he might've been a wee lad, given what he said about coming into the world early.]
What were you goin' to do with his heart anyway? Do ye have some kind of dragon haggis over your way?
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Well, for what it's worth I'm glad you didn't kill him. [EVEN IF SHE HASN'T MET HIM, she knows she could would have done the same if it was Angus. Or her mother in full bear mode. That thought gets shoved into the back of her head.] It takes guts to step away from tradition.
[Says the one who defied tradition in order to not be married. Then again, she gets the feeling he might've been a wee lad, given what he said about coming into the world early.]
What were you goin' to do with his heart anyway? Do ye have some kind of dragon haggis over your way?