[Sieghart is still indoors, if only to put away the cup that Byleth brought during their watch. It hasn't been long since the trial's conclusion, and his thoughts—a brewing storm of rage—signal his presence long before he can be spotted beyond the walls.
I'll kill it. I'll kill it. I'll cut it down. I'll tear it apart.
In person, he seems to be simply finishing off the tea with an apathetic expression.]
Week 6: Saturday
I'll kill it. I'll kill it. I'll cut it down. I'll tear it apart.
In person, he seems to be simply finishing off the tea with an apathetic expression.]
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The story?
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Oh, was it aloud? I thought I was alone.]
How are the others doing?
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The kid from winter's gonna be fine... probably? So that's a plus.
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The timing's good. If it works as intended, we don't have to worry about expulsion tomorrow.
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Eat some fresh fried chicken.
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[He taps his temple with his index finger.]
It's this week.
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Should I forget what I heard?
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[Has he ever been embarrassed at all though?]
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If I can't cut the source of everyone's hardship in half right away, I'll take a nap in my dorm.
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