[For Byleth, to want to step up to the plate to kill her was one thing. He was her Servant, after all, and there was a part of that where he felt it was his responsibility, in a sense. With Otome...]
[He just sighs, emotions simmering back into sadness and heartbreak.]
...Yeah, we were. He was always nice to me. He always...looked out for me, no matter what. He really just had a good heart.
[she lets her own sadness and heartbreak and loss peek through the numbness, camaraderie with Mandricardo's. after all. . . Adora's death is still fresh in her mind]
[that chokes her up a bit, the corners of her eyes stinging. she sucks in a sharp breath and presses one hand against her face, like she's trying to hide her crumbled expression]
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[He just sighs, emotions simmering back into sadness and heartbreak.]
...Yeah, we were. He was always nice to me. He always...looked out for me, no matter what. He really just had a good heart.
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. . .
It sucks.
[THE EQUIVALENT OF "THAT'S ROUGH, BUDDY"]
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[Sometimes the one you love is taken mercilessly away from you in a horrible murdergame!!!]
[He pauses for a moment, before reaching with his hand, gesturing to take hers.]
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[she gives him a confused look, before extending her hand so he can take it. ???????]
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You're not alone, Catra. Please...remember that.
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[that chokes her up a bit, the corners of her eyes stinging. she sucks in a sharp breath and presses one hand against her face, like she's trying to hide her crumbled expression]
[but she squeezes his hand tightly in return]