Ah. Byleth visibly wilts. Even though he doesn't immediately reject it, there is a distinctly terrible feeling about-
About being known. He could imagine that Emet might tell him that's how he felt when Byleth had initially divulged all those memories. Just desserts, Byleth decides. It doesn't make him feel any better about it.
"Yes... please do not tell Dimitri of it. I do nit know what this timeline may bring for him, and I don't want to influence him either way. He has and will go through great hardship. I cannot even begin to quantify." He glances away, looking at the door for a moment, thinking of the currently younger charge of his.
"Thank you, for your discretion. I will answer any questions you may have but- otherwise I am satisfied to drop the matter if you are." He sounds stiffer than usual. A hand folded into his tunic clearly grasping, and he does not make eye-contact. It's an odd feeling. Shame. Not something he used to feel much at all.
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About being known. He could imagine that Emet might tell him that's how he felt when Byleth had initially divulged all those memories. Just desserts, Byleth decides. It doesn't make him feel any better about it.
"Yes... please do not tell Dimitri of it. I do nit know what this timeline may bring for him, and I don't want to influence him either way. He has and will go through great hardship. I cannot even begin to quantify." He glances away, looking at the door for a moment, thinking of the currently younger charge of his.
"Thank you, for your discretion. I will answer any questions you may have but- otherwise I am satisfied to drop the matter if you are." He sounds stiffer than usual. A hand folded into his tunic clearly grasping, and he does not make eye-contact. It's an odd feeling. Shame. Not something he used to feel much at all.