[ Here's the thing. Set is stupid, and he is undeniably brilliant at the same time. Insightful, in a way that might border on — dare it be said — supernatural, even though he is not a god graced with the wisdom to comprehend others, nor the ability to discern prophecy from the natural world. The brutish way that he interacts with people and his environment, however, sometimes plunges him into the heart of the matter. The mystery he yearns to unravel, the experience he wishes to have. So, in this moment, he finds the one thing that will rattle Byleth, and it is without truly meaning to.

Once he has it between his teeth, however, he is quick to pursue. A step in, towards that fathomless mind and the questions swimming within Byleth, unwittingly brushing along them — sandpaper along a raw injury. ]

Annoying as you are to me, there is nothing wrong with the way you are.

[ Set, please. ]

You may have the heart of a god, but you are your own person. You could be endangered — or perhaps, gods from your world could be, by this research, too.