i had no idea it was this bad.
❝ this is… this is not the worst it has ever been. ❞
all that glitters is not gold. she faintly recalled a time in which her father told her those same words. the room was quiet, mere days before he and her mother left. all that glitters is not gold.
she huddled on herself, meaning to hide from the men who long since lost their faces in her eyes. not quite enough to create a mob outside the ruins of the monastery, yet enough of them to stop her, reminding her of just why she prayed so hard for her own demise. this never got better, living with maurice’s curse. moving through life, they made it nigh impossible.
or was it always a fruitless endeavor? though she moved forward, they clung to her back, syphoning what little vestiges of happiness she cared not to offer the likes of them. she had to stop thinking this way. for them. for whatever peace she hoped to gain from returning to the battlefield, whatever peace she hoped to gain from being with her classmates again.
❝ it… it is nothing, byleth. just… please pretend you saw none of this. ❞