[ He rattles Byleth, just a little. Just to drive his point home. ]
Yes! That is exactly what I mean. Stand up for yourself a little more. If you have difficulty understanding your emotions, ask others to help you figure them out. Some of the other humans have been coping with a multitude of complex emotions all their lives — I am certain you have the capacity for the same.
[ Byleth is just a little stunted. ( And after this event is over, he will definitely know that he does not want Byleth to ever think that he cannot feel what he does, express what he feels and investigate himself. He only needs people around him that he trusts, to guide him. Anything less, and he could turn out like Amos Burton, who has divorced himself from emotions so thoroughly that there is no coming back. )
And then he stills. For Byleth says something kind to him that splinters inside of his heart. It sounds like a compliment, to be unique, but he is unique. There is no other like him — and of course his perspective is going to be vastly different, as if viewing the world from above at all times, yet being able to dip low and alight upon the ground to stand among people.
It is the question that fragments within him. Such a delicate question, asked so bluntly: ] I! You! I am not the type of individual who is a very good friend, you know!
[ FAIR WARNING ]
I am, always angry and violent. I can be very mean, and! The things I do, many find disagreeable and dishonorable. That is not the kind of friend you ought to seek out. You should find someone patient and kind, someone doting! Someone human, like you.
[ All the while, his face begins to turn red. Flustering, as his fingers curl against Byleth's shoulders. #tsundereconfirmed ]
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Yes! That is exactly what I mean. Stand up for yourself a little more. If you have difficulty understanding your emotions, ask others to help you figure them out. Some of the other humans have been coping with a multitude of complex emotions all their lives — I am certain you have the capacity for the same.
[ Byleth is just a little stunted. ( And after this event is over, he will definitely know that he does not want Byleth to ever think that he cannot feel what he does, express what he feels and investigate himself. He only needs people around him that he trusts, to guide him. Anything less, and he could turn out like Amos Burton, who has divorced himself from emotions so thoroughly that there is no coming back. )
And then he stills. For Byleth says something kind to him that splinters inside of his heart. It sounds like a compliment, to be unique, but he is unique. There is no other like him — and of course his perspective is going to be vastly different, as if viewing the world from above at all times, yet being able to dip low and alight upon the ground to stand among people.
It is the question that fragments within him. Such a delicate question, asked so bluntly: ] I! You! I am not the type of individual who is a very good friend, you know!
[ FAIR WARNING ]
I am, always angry and violent. I can be very mean, and! The things I do, many find disagreeable and dishonorable. That is not the kind of friend you ought to seek out. You should find someone patient and kind, someone doting! Someone human, like you.
[ All the while, his face begins to turn red. Flustering, as his fingers curl against Byleth's shoulders. #tsundereconfirmed ]