[ In any other situation she would find the amusement in him being able to precisely remember when he had fallen asleep. After all, Lindhardt pritoritized his sleep as much as he cared for his friends so knowing what time he went to bed the night prior was definitely in line with what she remembered of him. Unfortunately confusion outweighs the date he rattles off. The furrow in her brow deepens. ]
Claude is from after the war. It's been over for him for a while. Sylvain and I are from the same date as you, but we weren't at any sort of plains. We were at Gronder Field and everyone was there. The Kingdom, the Empire...
[ Her voice trails off as she tries to shake the sudden feeling of cold fog clinging to her skin moments before the battle was meant to begin. She'd never forget the tension that filled the air, the silence that felt like it would shatter if someone so much as coughed. Dispelling the thought, she gives her head a quick shake. ]
Petra and Marianne were also from after the war but they remember things differently from one another. Petra said that the Empire won the war, while Claude and Marianne experienced the Alliance winning. Sylavin isn't through the war yet but we can only assume that the Kingdom won too. [ Winning seems like such an awful word to use; there is no winning. It's simply a matter of who survived. ] And we all remember the professor differently. Claude, Marianne and I knew the professor as male. But Sylvain and Petra knew her to be a woman. The Byleth that was here was also a womann. Which is to say that we think there are different timelines at play here.
[ Pink eyes dart from her tea cup up towards Lindhardt's face to watch for his reaction. All of that seems fairly easy to comprehend in comparison to this revelation about Rhea being the literal founding saint of the church. The shock this time bleeds into laughter towards Lindhardt's vocal disappointment, somehow softening the news that Setheh is also a saint. That is until - ]
they're both cut from the same cloth 🤝 but also hilda has an unseen servant now who does it for h
Claude is from after the war. It's been over for him for a while. Sylvain and I are from the same date as you, but we weren't at any sort of plains. We were at Gronder Field and everyone was there. The Kingdom, the Empire...
[ Her voice trails off as she tries to shake the sudden feeling of cold fog clinging to her skin moments before the battle was meant to begin. She'd never forget the tension that filled the air, the silence that felt like it would shatter if someone so much as coughed. Dispelling the thought, she gives her head a quick shake. ]
Petra and Marianne were also from after the war but they remember things differently from one another. Petra said that the Empire won the war, while Claude and Marianne experienced the Alliance winning. Sylavin isn't through the war yet but we can only assume that the Kingdom won too. [ Winning seems like such an awful word to use; there is no winning. It's simply a matter of who survived. ] And we all remember the professor differently. Claude, Marianne and I knew the professor as male. But Sylvain and Petra knew her to be a woman. The Byleth that was here was also a womann. Which is to say that we think there are different timelines at play here.
[ Pink eyes dart from her tea cup up towards Lindhardt's face to watch for his reaction. All of that seems fairly easy to comprehend in comparison to this revelation about Rhea being the literal founding saint of the church. The shock this time bleeds into laughter towards Lindhardt's vocal disappointment, somehow softening the news that Setheh is also a saint. That is until - ]
What do you mean Setheth is a Saint?!