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It's for the mission, were Twilight's favorite words when it came to matters concerning that fake family of his.
He could fool all of Ostania. He could fool everyone at WISE. He could fool even himself.
But Nightfall knew the truth. The tragedy of being the only person privy to the intimacies of her beloved Twilight.
Twilight would deny caring for his fake wife and yet would follow it up with endless praises for the woman. Praise for the most unremarkable things at that too, and Yor Forger would have the audacity to blush and doubt his words. If only the woman knew how little her husband actually spoke, and how Nightfall, his most promising student, got nothing more than an affirming grunt or a nod.
Twilight knew the woman's favorite flower, her favorite color, her favorite place to take a walk. He even knew just the right amount of sugar his wife liked in those apple tarts she adored. He'd come to know about those naturally as well; it hadn't been scribbled down on a file. Meanwhile, Nightfall may have just as well been a stranger to him despite the years they spent together on the field; she doubted he knew anything about her other than her (code) name.
Nightfall saw how his eyes softened whenever he took in the sight of Yor Forger. Whenever she'd hear Twilight laugh, a strange twinge would grip Nightfall's heart knowing that it wasn't meant for her.
For Westalis, Twilight would say and Nightfall could only watch the future she had envisioned with her beloved crumble.
For the mission, he would say and Nightfall wasn't sure if he was trying to reassure her or himself that he hadn't strayed from his original course.
But, oh how she had come to detest those words.