[The resistance doesn't decorate themselves with the symbols of the Church, or the Alliance. He wears the same uniform as he always has, the same look as he always has, a rock solid constant amidst a storm of change. There's warmth there when he catches sight of Byleth, just for a moment; almost immediately, it flickers and dies like a snuffed candle, drowned under the shock and bewilderment of seeing blue eyes, blue hair, the eagle.
Is this some kind of sick joke? Even if she intended on taking an enemy general's armor for a trophy, to actually wear it is in incredibly poor taste. And more than that, that sense of familiarity and belonging, of home that Byleth had given off, ever since the Goddess had graced her with Her power..... It's nowhere to be found, now.
Better to be cautious until he figures out what happened, at least for now. Seteth inclines his head with as much dignity as he can muster while still dripping wet, tone as cool and formal as it had been the day she and Jeralt had first come to the monastery.]
Nor had I. But it seems neither of us is in any position to attend to our duties in a place like this.
Hi there~ o/
Is this some kind of sick joke? Even if she intended on taking an enemy general's armor for a trophy, to actually wear it is in incredibly poor taste. And more than that, that sense of familiarity and belonging, of home that Byleth had given off, ever since the Goddess had graced her with Her power..... It's nowhere to be found, now.
Better to be cautious until he figures out what happened, at least for now. Seteth inclines his head with as much dignity as he can muster while still dripping wet, tone as cool and formal as it had been the day she and Jeralt had first come to the monastery.]
Nor had I. But it seems neither of us is in any position to attend to our duties in a place like this.