Byleth

[katzepaw]

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week 2; saturday

[katzepaw]

I want to talk to you.

[divineimpulse]

Sure.

[katzepaw]

Where can I find you?

[divineimpulse]

I can go to wherever you are.

[katzepaw]

Cafe, outside the library.

[And he will be waiting for her there.]

[divineimpulse]

I'll be there soon.

[it takes just a little time, but she makes her way over, and slips into a seat at his table.]

Caleb.

[katzepaw]

Byleth.

[He leans against the table, looks up at her with a frown.]

. . . How are you?

[divineimpulse]

I'm fine.

[she's covered in bandages, and her face is taut.]

How are you?

[katzepaw]

Not so good.

[Byleth, come on.]

[divineimpulse]

[...

there's a subtle adjustment to her expression, and she looks down at the table.]

I'm in a lot of pain.

But I think everyone is.

[katzepaw]

[ol' vulnerability, it always works.]

I think so, too. He is a good kid. We saw that for ourselves.

[divineimpulse]

He is.

[softly.]

He saved my life.

[katzepaw]

Mine, too. All of ours.

[divineimpulse]

There's no clarity, no meaning.

Just more questions.

[katzepaw]

I know. Nothing I'm hearing helps make any sense of it.

[divineimpulse]

Maybe there's no sense to be made.

[the fingers on her hand not in a sling twitch slightly on the edge of the table, then tense.]

I would trade with him.

[katzepaw]

I'm sure you would. You are brave. But sometimes that isn't our choice to make.

[He. . . reaches out, a little hesitantly, and touches her hand on the table.]

I. . . maybe it is silly to say so now. But I. . . I lost my parents, too.

[divineimpulse]

[...

she curls her fingers around his, silently, line of sight very much elsewhere, voice dropping low.]

I'm sorry I acted how I did.

[katzepaw]

It's alright.

[His voice is soft, understanding. He won't say there's nothing to be sorry for, but. . . ]

I get it. I do.

[divineimpulse]

[...]

Do you remember what happened? Before we all fought.

[katzepaw]

Ja. I do.

[Scratching at his arm a little.]

You saw me - they drove me a little crazy with all of that.

[divineimpulse]

I remember.

[...]

But I don't remember anything happening before that.

[katzepaw]

. . . No? [Hmm.] I thought it was the same for all of us.

[divineimpulse]

[...]

Who did you fight.

Rupert said he faced someone he knew.

[katzepaw]

Ah. Beauregard, at first. And then, when I tried to just ignore her because she was an illusion . . . my old teacher. [Grimacing a little at that.] A very disgusting person. It had me deciding fake Beauregard was better.

At the end, too, that pink-haired person . . . he changed to look like my mother.