"Since even then." He echoes with surety. He's settled into Dedue now, in a nice comfortable spot where he can lay his head on the man's chest. Ahh, perfection.

"My attention was reserved for yourself and Dimitri. I admit- I once dreamed of sharing my life with the both of you. As difficult as that would have been back in Fodlan. I dreamed of sleeping between you sometimes. How wonderful that would be." He sighs a bit, listening to the night sounds.

"That was before everything. Before I became the Archbishop that is. You two returned to Faerghus and... well. I thought that would be it. I was in a terrible way, honestly." for as stoic as he is, even Seteth had noticed a certain air of melancholy around him.