[If nothing is the matter, why is he brooding and refusing to make eye contact? The wyvirrel dangles precariously from a spike of hair, one little paw bracing against Cloud's eyebrow so it can mlem his nose. Did he really think he was going to escape without getting harassed? Think again!
The reflection Seteth catches a glimpse of is odd, subtle enough that he finds himself questioning it. Was that a relative, or simply a female version of the man. If it had happened to Byleth, what was keeping it from happening to anyone else? That aside though, how does he--?]
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The reflection Seteth catches a glimpse of is odd, subtle enough that he finds himself questioning it. Was that a relative, or simply a female version of the man. If it had happened to Byleth, what was keeping it from happening to anyone else? That aside though, how does he--?]
Yes, that's right. I'm sorry, have we met?