[ how many people has he mentioned gabi to? he likes talking about it, no doubt— it soothes his memory and makes his center bubble and flutter, as any thing would get to talk about someone dear. he might be young, but he's transitioning to the age, and he can't ignore it readily. his overall demeanor has changed for the better: a genuine smile creeps back onto his face and before he knew it, his ears and cheeks were burning red.

soon, all of south sister will know of gabi braun. ]

Her name's Gabi, she was the top of our class and everyone back home respects her tons. [ eldians, at least. some marleyans cared for her and never said. do you see this, abel? he is absolutely twitterpated and it's not even spring. ] She's a crazy fighter, and maybe when our home is safe again and we don't need to fight anymore, I— I can ask her out on a date.

[ look at him!!!!! and this confidence!!!!!!! falco wouldn't be saying it, under normal circumstances. he'd be focused on the more urgent things like the world being trampled, and the aftermath, but that was the thing, now. he had far too much time on his hands than he's used to. most of that time was spent thinking of wonderful possibilities to keep his little head on straight— he'd told her he dreamed of marrying her and that was never touched back up on, so . . . so! he needs to start somewhere, on the less catastrophic turn of things.

it's all a little dream that does him well, even if it's not possible, and even if his life is short. ]