[ something is very, very wrong. that's clear from the moment he looks at her. her posture shifts to wariness. she takes a step back, finally properly looking him over and seeing the vestments that he surely he hasn't worn in months. right?
byleth hadn't wanted to fight seteth and flayn, exactly—cichol and cethleann, she reminds herself, there's no point in allowing any of sothis's children to hide behind the fictions they've constructed anymore and the truth of these two is obvious—even if she had accepted it as necessary. the two of them had treated her as family, cichol had promised to answer all of her questions—
and then the moment she had shown the archbishop that she wouldn't be her perfect and obedient tool, her mother's vessel, cichol treated her nearly as seiros had. a disloyal failure, as if she had ever owed that monster a damned thing.
but with the way things had ended at the church's attempt to retake garreg mach—she had hoped, eventually, to reconcile. at least on a personal level.
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byleth hadn't wanted to fight seteth and flayn, exactly—cichol and cethleann, she reminds herself, there's no point in allowing any of sothis's children to hide behind the fictions they've constructed anymore and the truth of these two is obvious—even if she had accepted it as necessary. the two of them had treated her as family, cichol had promised to answer all of her questions—
and then the moment she had shown the archbishop that she wouldn't be her perfect and obedient tool, her mother's vessel, cichol treated her nearly as seiros had. a disloyal failure, as if she had ever owed that monster a damned thing.
but with the way things had ended at the church's attempt to retake garreg mach—she had hoped, eventually, to reconcile. at least on a personal level.
so, what in the hell is going on? ]
As I recall, you left your duties behind.