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[haredresser]

Ah...

[For a moment, he feels helpless in Byleth's arms, because he doesn't know what to do. It isn't like his friends treat him as dispensable, but the situation rarely allowed even a moment to grieve or to process. There are things that haunt him, and without Feo Uhl's blessing the nightmares have certainly sunk in again.

But there is so much to grieve. The lives he could not save. The torment not just he has experiences. The lack of justice, the cruelty of it all. How many people who decided to find their death at the end of his sword? There is ever a brighter tomorrow to strive for, and he does not despair, but it doesn't mean there isn't still turmoil.

Do not forget the mournful boy, for he is you too, he can hear Fray say. Grieve as you must, for you have much of it with how fierce you love. But do not forget yourself. Listen to our voice, listen to our heartbeat -- I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you.

So for once, the Warrior of Light -- Obsidian -- allows himself to just be a man. To suddenly cling onto his friend and weep quietly against his shoulder, to at last release so much broiling inside of him.]

[perfectteatime]

[ Ah. There it is. Byleth feels himself tighten his embrace as Obsidian falls apart on him. As though he was the only thing holding him together at the moment. He strokes his back. ]

It's all right. Let it out. There is no shame here.

[ He assures, not wanting Obsidian to regret this catharsis. He keeps hold of him, murmuring soft assurances as long as he needs. Until there are no more tears to shed. He holds him up, and bears the weight for a time, because clearly he needs to hand off his burden for a while.

It is only when Obsidian's tears have un dry, and the shaking of his body has quieted, that Byleth dares to loosen his grip, if only to check on him. ]

Do you need some water, my friend?

[haredresser]

[There isn't shame in release. It is that suddenly realizes he isn't some immoveable mountain, as he has needed to be for so long. Keep walking, keep moving forward. Like this, it's as if he suddenly stops and just mourns for everything. Everything that was, that could have been. Lost chances, lost friends, lost lives. His hand forced to slay many, his hand unable to save enough.

It is a wretched thing, but he'd never wish the burden upon anyone else either. And so, it is with gratitude he is able to alleviate some of it through tears, words, and a warm embrace from a precious friend.

Roughly, he rubs his eyes, and sniffs.]

Aye. Feel like I've shriveled.

[perfectteatime]

Let's get some of that fluid back into you then.

[ Byleth pulls away reluctantly, going to fetch him some cool water to drink, and some in a bowl with a rag to soothe the redness from his face. He also takes a moment to cut a few slices of his home-made oat bread with a few squares of butter atop. ]

There we go, you get comfortable, eat some if you can, it's plain and shouldn't disagree with an upset stomach. It'll help you replenish your strength.

Take your time to get to feeling like yourself again, yes?