[ The rain dries out of his hair and off of his face and hands, but there is still a mending stab wound in his back from a young girl's blade, one that she'd twisted and made hurt. But it hadn't killed him. She didn't want to kill him right away, he knows.
Still, he should've died. Instead they're here, wherever here is, and left to find answers to new questions before the dust had even settled in their last battle. Rodrigue is still dead, Dedue and the others are gone, and he is—very close to where he once was. Alone, with nothing but memories.
But as bafflingly as the first time she'd appeared after five years, Byleth is here. She may not ever have many words to offer him, but her presence was the steadiest thing he'd ever had. Even now, she...
He runs the towel along his neck, which is largely exposed with his armor gone. ]
Easier said than done. But there is little point in speculating. They would not bring us here without a reason—one I suspect we will be forced to realize soon enough.
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Still, he should've died. Instead they're here, wherever here is, and left to find answers to new questions before the dust had even settled in their last battle. Rodrigue is still dead, Dedue and the others are gone, and he is—very close to where he once was. Alone, with nothing but memories.
But as bafflingly as the first time she'd appeared after five years, Byleth is here. She may not ever have many words to offer him, but her presence was the steadiest thing he'd ever had. Even now, she...
He runs the towel along his neck, which is largely exposed with his armor gone. ]
Easier said than done. But there is little point in speculating. They would not bring us here without a reason—one I suspect we will be forced to realize soon enough.