[the cathedral echoes with their steps, as they make their way towards the bridge that connects it to the rest of the monastery. while the sky is bright, dimitri's words put a damper to it. it isn't that his words are unwanted but, rather, they are a truth that byleth wished to ignore for however long she could.]
[while five long years have passed for her once-pupils, for her it was nothing short of waking up from a long sleep, as if no time at all had passed.]
Mm.
[her reply is short, her expression slightly pinched.]
I was hopeful that I would.
[it feels like a failing, to not have completed a simple a task as this one, even when she couldn't have predicted what would have happened to set them all in different paths. she looks up at the sun, the light painting her eyes an even brighter green―and then they turn towards dimitri, and her hand moves forward, palm up.]
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[while five long years have passed for her once-pupils, for her it was nothing short of waking up from a long sleep, as if no time at all had passed.]
Mm.
[her reply is short, her expression slightly pinched.]
I was hopeful that I would.
[it feels like a failing, to not have completed a simple a task as this one, even when she couldn't have predicted what would have happened to set them all in different paths. she looks up at the sun, the light painting her eyes an even brighter green―and then they turn towards dimitri, and her hand moves forward, palm up.]
Can I have your hand?