[Byleth was seemingly immune, or unbothered, by the awkwardness that had descended on them. He shifted his gaze to across the waiting room of the triage medical centre, seeing the various people sitting in various states of glumness and shellshock. Their home was being destroyed around them, seemingly with no solution in sight, and Byleth honestly empathised with them. He felt bad about it. He wanted to help them.

But he couldn't. Not if it came at the cost of his own life, and by extension Fódlan's.]

I'll tell you what I told Claude, though he didn't seem to agree with me either. [his tone was quiet.] But you shouldn't get attached to the people here. You'll only hurt yourself in the long run- no. You are hurting yourself. I don't want that for either of you.