[Even if he's more aware here than he is later with Dokja, it's killing him that the two of them just can't connect the dots of his age shrinkage. It's fine... Maybe D had a kid, and that kid's name is also D.]
I'm--
[They round another tunnel, and he's interrupted by the appearance of another angry ants. Why are ants so damn mad when things bother them? They tap into some kind of primal rage.
When Byleth shifts him, he curls both hands this time into Byleth's clothes. Precautionary. As they go through, he does reach out one arm to grab a passing giant ant leg. Casually. But he doesn't try disrupting their slide. Instead, with a sickening snap and shocking ease, they... keep going... and his hand takes one of the legs with them. Goodbye, ant leg. He drops it immediately on the other side, returning to holding onto Byleth's clothes.
Unfortunately, it's only one of six. But! It's one of the back legs.]
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I'm--
[They round another tunnel, and he's interrupted by the appearance of another angry ants. Why are ants so damn mad when things bother them? They tap into some kind of primal rage.
When Byleth shifts him, he curls both hands this time into Byleth's clothes. Precautionary. As they go through, he does reach out one arm to grab a passing giant ant leg. Casually. But he doesn't try disrupting their slide. Instead, with a sickening snap and shocking ease, they... keep going... and his hand takes one of the legs with them. Goodbye, ant leg. He drops it immediately on the other side, returning to holding onto Byleth's clothes.
Unfortunately, it's only one of six. But! It's one of the back legs.]
I am D.