Ah. So that's it then. Byleth remains seated. His face that usual ambiguous neutral, though the way his eyes flick down to his own hands betray the sadness that comes with all of it.

Sadness is really not accurate, it's a whole pool of emotions but he can't be bothered to untangle them at the moment. All he knows is that it hurts. Of course it hurts. Hearing that voice that he knows and loves so well say that he can't even trust him?

"Of course." That's the only answer he can give as Dimitri excuses himself.

"Be safe."