Peace is a strange concept to me. My life has ever been defined by conflict.
[Chased after it, even, because that's where the money was, and funding a mercenary company required lots of it. Money for food, for supplies, for weapons and maintenance, for their mounts, for the men themselves... it kept Byleth busy, always leaping into battle, determined to fulfil the mission, because failing would mean no pay, and no pay would inconvenience Jeralt.
That didn't mean Byleth craved conflict. Peace was a lovely concept, if fanciful, but now that there was a semblance of it - Byleth could go for weeks at a time before having to fight something here before the occupation - he found himself aimless at times. Peace was to be enjoyed, but how did you enjoy it? He couldn't spend all his time getting drunk.]
...in all honesty, the long stretches of time between combat has me unsure on what to do with myself. These moments are pleasant, but what do you do when they occur so frequently? It feels like an indulgence.
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[Chased after it, even, because that's where the money was, and funding a mercenary company required lots of it. Money for food, for supplies, for weapons and maintenance, for their mounts, for the men themselves... it kept Byleth busy, always leaping into battle, determined to fulfil the mission, because failing would mean no pay, and no pay would inconvenience Jeralt.
That didn't mean Byleth craved conflict. Peace was a lovely concept, if fanciful, but now that there was a semblance of it - Byleth could go for weeks at a time before having to fight something here before the occupation - he found himself aimless at times. Peace was to be enjoyed, but how did you enjoy it? He couldn't spend all his time getting drunk.]
...in all honesty, the long stretches of time between combat has me unsure on what to do with myself. These moments are pleasant, but what do you do when they occur so frequently? It feels like an indulgence.