[ It's true his unshakable confidence doesn't falter even in the face of Byleth's warning nor his delay in returning the gesture, the softest little laugh as his only response to it. Still, he isn't so sure of himself that he truly believes there's no force in this world that can cut them down; he just knows that, if and when they die, it will be on their own terms, grudges both old and ancient buried as far back as their last ounce of regret.
In that moment, somewhere in between Byleth's words and that ever so elusive smile, something clicks, like the missing piece to the answer he sought. This rock-solid belief in the strength of their bond... Maybe that's what it feels like, to have faith in something. ]
Right. [ A nod, and their knuckles bump together. ] Together, to the very end.
[ Whatever that may be, he has no reason to doubt or fear. He has faith in them.
But, it's precisely because Shez isn't arrogant that he knows better than to get complacent, not even with their powers combined. If anything, his pragmatic side reminds him: ]
Let's not forget we still need to put in quite a bit of work into this, though. I mean, we kinda just put on a pathetic show by losing to a big straw goat and all...
[ It's said with a rueful laugh, though his heart is light. He may have every intention of training hard to raise their teamwork back up to a more acceptable level, but for now, he'll chalk this miserable failure to the tension between them, their minds running on different wavelengths.
That's something to worry about a bit later. For now, he takes sight of the duplicate gift in his palm. The resemblance truly is uncanny; he can't have that, not as it is. ]
Ah, and if you want me to keep this, you should first make it your own before giving it to me, or else it sort of looks just like mine. You have your dagger on you, right? How about carving out your initials?
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In that moment, somewhere in between Byleth's words and that ever so elusive smile, something clicks, like the missing piece to the answer he sought. This rock-solid belief in the strength of their bond... Maybe that's what it feels like, to have faith in something. ]
Right. [ A nod, and their knuckles bump together. ] Together, to the very end.
[ Whatever that may be, he has no reason to doubt or fear. He has faith in them.
But, it's precisely because Shez isn't arrogant that he knows better than to get complacent, not even with their powers combined. If anything, his pragmatic side reminds him: ]
Let's not forget we still need to put in quite a bit of work into this, though. I mean, we kinda just put on a pathetic show by losing to a big straw goat and all...
[ It's said with a rueful laugh, though his heart is light. He may have every intention of training hard to raise their teamwork back up to a more acceptable level, but for now, he'll chalk this miserable failure to the tension between them, their minds running on different wavelengths.
That's something to worry about a bit later. For now, he takes sight of the duplicate gift in his palm. The resemblance truly is uncanny; he can't have that, not as it is. ]
Ah, and if you want me to keep this, you should first make it your own before giving it to me, or else it sort of looks just like mine. You have your dagger on you, right? How about carving out your initials?