Regrettably, he knows that Byleth is right. If he tries to storm out now, it would end pathetically, with him crawling. He has been in such a position before, and he will not do it again, not when he can recover much more easily.

"So be it. Know that I stay only for the dues owed to the dead. If this path takes me to her, then I will use it."

The tray is taken. No matter how good it might smell, it holds no flavor as ever. He takes no enjoyment as he shoves it into his mouth, chewing, the textures grinding away into ash.