Byleth goes silent for a while, ruminating on his assessment, his discovery. A cat slithers into her lap and she strokes it as she thinks.

"What makes someone a monster?" she asks, canting her head. "Is it how you're made, or raised? Is it how they behave when given the choice? People have called me a demon. From the moment I was born, someone else decided I should be a vessel for a goddess, not my own person. Does that make me a monster? I don't think so."