[he takes the towel, and Byleth drops her hands to her side. usually, she wasn't the mainā€”much less onlyā€”person pressing a point with dimitri. usually it was three, ten, fifteen others, depending on who was present for the council, all much more verbose than her. she could always tweak her plans to fit the situation, organize group management for each mercurial changes. with their string of victoriesā€”and lately, with Rodrigue aroundā€”things had even been going well.
yesterdayā€”and it was yesterday, nowā€”had changed everything. now, things once managed felt raw again, dangerous, outcomes teetering on a knife's edge. and for byleth, it felt as if things were falling apart in slow motion in front of her.
this was their second one-on-one confrontation in as many daysā€”and the only two they'd had since she'd found him in Garreg Mach nearly half a year prior.
last nightā€”and it was last night, nowā€”had been their first. she'd been the only one to notice Dimitri slip away in the aftermath, a pit opening in her stomach as she'd shadowed him through the halls. it was a confrontation she'd anticipated, but not between just the two of them. and not with Rodrigue's blood still wet on his cheeks. they'd had no time to think, much less to mournā€”and then, all at once, things got much worse. barely a word in, and they were waking up a million leagues away, soaked in nothing but memories.
We'll find a way. Another way. And another. It was a promise to herself as much as it was to him. As much a plea as it was a reflection of her own dogged determination to persevere. She had toā€”or be forced to watch everything they'd fought for slip through their fingers.]
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[he takes the towel, and Byleth drops her hands to her side. usually, she wasn't the mainā€”much less onlyā€”person pressing a point with dimitri. usually it was three, ten, fifteen others, depending on who was present for the council, all much more verbose than her. she could always tweak her plans to fit the situation, organize group management for each mercurial changes. with their string of victoriesā€”and lately, with Rodrigue aroundā€”things had even been going well.
yesterdayā€”and it was yesterday, nowā€”had changed everything. now, things once managed felt raw again, dangerous, outcomes teetering on a knife's edge. and for byleth, it felt as if things were falling apart in slow motion in front of her.
this was their second one-on-one confrontation in as many daysā€”and the only two they'd had since she'd found him in Garreg Mach nearly half a year prior.
last nightā€”and it was last night, nowā€”had been their first. she'd been the only one to notice Dimitri slip away in the aftermath, a pit opening in her stomach as she'd shadowed him through the halls. it was a confrontation she'd anticipated, but not between just the two of them. and not with Rodrigue's blood still wet on his cheeks. they'd had no time to think, much less to mournā€”and then, all at once, things got much worse. barely a word in, and they were waking up a million leagues away, soaked in nothing but memories.
We'll find a way. Another way. And another. It was a promise to herself as much as it was to him. As much a plea as it was a reflection of her own dogged determination to persevere. She had toā€”or be forced to watch everything they'd fought for slip through their fingers.]