[ He has no idea yet, of the vast applications of creation magic.
He listens rather contentedly as Themis describes his loved ones. The timbre his voice takes on is just a touch, almost imperceptibly lighter, but it's there. It puts Byleth at ease.
And then comes himself. He looks into the amber tea in his cup, trying to imagine a reality in which a man quite so beautiful and graceful could take an interest in himself. ]
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[ He has no idea yet, of the vast applications of creation magic.
He listens rather contentedly as Themis describes his loved ones. The timbre his voice takes on is just a touch, almost imperceptibly lighter, but it's there. It puts Byleth at ease.
And then comes himself. He looks into the amber tea in his cup, trying to imagine a reality in which a man quite so beautiful and graceful could take an interest in himself. ]
How... did that come to be?