[ byleth wishes she could say the pleasure is hers, but it truly isn't. she's wanted to know nothing of these twisted other lives she might have lived, where her path led away from the one place she belonged. where she did the thing she was told and never chose.
it's possible she's projecting. that sort of thing isn't something she knows how to unpack, after all. but she's resolute on this much. her voice carries a considerable touch more life and inflection than the professor's, and her facial expressions betray a bit more to match. ]
I imagine your Deer will be pleased to see you. Though most of them were my Black Eagles, as I recall it. [in the true history, she nearly says, forcing it down. there's a wince at the mention of dimitri. ]
I hope you didn't take much of what he told you to heart. I think he's content to see me as little more than a monster... not that it matters. The war is won, in my history.
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it's possible she's projecting. that sort of thing isn't something she knows how to unpack, after all. but she's resolute on this much. her voice carries a considerable touch more life and inflection than the professor's, and her facial expressions betray a bit more to match. ]
I imagine your Deer will be pleased to see you. Though most of them were my Black Eagles, as I recall it. [ in the true history, she nearly says, forcing it down. there's a wince at the mention of dimitri. ]
I hope you didn't take much of what he told you to heart. I think he's content to see me as little more than a monster... not that it matters. The war is won, in my history.