"I'm tryi-" he starts but is cut off by that iron grip to his chin. If anyone knows his own strength, it's him. He doesn't fight it but his eye does narrow dangerously albeit briefly.
While he isn't sure what to expect, it isn't the aggression he's met with. At least, not immediately. It makes sense, in a way, since he does remember harboring quite a bit of anger and resentment even back then but it was never quite this sharp. It wasn't always just right beneath the surface and ready to strike with in a blink.
He's about to make some sort of comment about hoping he's satisfied with Dimitri being real, but then he says... that. "You don't-?" he starts. Stops. No, but that's... That's not right. In every timeline they've discussed here, Byleth was present. It was just a matter of who he - or she, he's discovered - taught that determined how some things transpired.
"Tell me, who taught your class at The Academy?" Let's start there.
no subject
While he isn't sure what to expect, it isn't the aggression he's met with. At least, not immediately. It makes sense, in a way, since he does remember harboring quite a bit of anger and resentment even back then but it was never quite this sharp. It wasn't always just right beneath the surface and ready to strike with in a blink.
He's about to make some sort of comment about hoping he's satisfied with Dimitri being real, but then he says... that. "You don't-?" he starts. Stops. No, but that's... That's not right. In every timeline they've discussed here, Byleth was present. It was just a matter of who he - or she, he's discovered - taught that determined how some things transpired.
"Tell me, who taught your class at The Academy?" Let's start there.