[Well. After bringing him back to his dorm or whatever, giving him the chance to change and the chance for Caleb to run down a couple things, let's have a little chat?]
You really don't remember anything about last night?
Suspect you? No, why would I. I don't know you, but I can't imagine a motive you'd have to kill some stranger and then go lie in a river and be pecked by geese. Nor how you'd have the power to do it when none of us could break out.
[. . .]
If anything, I wonder if whatever killed him, you may have been close to becoming another victim of it.
. . . So what now? No one has any idea what's going on, and we still can't get in touch with the dorm heads or anyone else in this school. We're no better than sitting ducks.
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You really don't remember anything about last night?
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Do you suspect me? I already told you what I remember.
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[. . .]
If anything, I wonder if whatever killed him, you may have been close to becoming another victim of it.
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[But that's a stupid thing to say, so he runs a hand through his hair and sighs in frustration.]
We received the announcement through the phones, so the school must be behind it somehow.
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Agreed. I believe it is.
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[God.]
You don't strike me as a man used to being a sitting duck.
[The immediate way in which he reached for his sword, against Byleth no less.]
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I prefer a different kind of sitting.
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Excuse me?
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Running around is troublesome. But if I can't sit in peace, I'd rather be on the move.