(Every month, Claude wonders what's going on in Fodlan. He's been wondering it for a long time but recently, it feels like it's only gotten more baffling. His head is spinning, his thoughts racing, and if that isn't enough, his heart has gone through twists and loops that he didn't even know it could go through.
Jeralt's murder had been a great loss for Garreg Mach but a personal one for Byleth. It had shaken everyone, himself included. He had never experienced the loss of a loved one before and the funerals in Fodlan are so much different from the ones he'd grown up with. The air had just been so... hopelessly sad and heavy. All he could do was observe, pay his respects, offer his support, make sure everyone else was taken care of, and promise to help catch his killer.
And they did but not before things took another turn. What was going on? What was this about a goddess living inside Byleth's mind? What else was going to happen? Why was Rhea acting so strange? Why has she been acting so strange? He barely has time to even think of all the questions. His brain is swimming, a sea of incoherent thoughts, a puddle of frustrated uncertainty, and... everything would be answered at the Holy Tomb? Why did they need to go there to receive the Goddess' revelation? Couldn't Teach just ask the Goddess in her head? What was going on?
All he can do until then is keep searching, keep thinking, but most importantly, keep an eye on everyone. He's seen the way the last few months ahve taken their toll on his Golden Deer. Slaying Monic and Solon might have helped some of them overcome their grief but the mystery and uncertainty around Byleths' transformation was just something new to weigh on them.
He lets Hilda visit him at night, listens to Lorenz rant in the garden, and helps talk Ignatz and Marianne through the new storm. Lysithea has thrown herself into books, Leonie into her training, and Raphael, ever the reliable brother, stays strong and looks out for everyone.
Claude makes his way through the list (not that there is one) and searches out Dorothea, one of their newest members. He's not surprised to find her in the music room and smiles lightly at the door,)
Sorry, I didn't mean to crash.
(He glances at the lute but comes over, pulling up a chair, turning it so he can sit with his arms folded over the back of the seat,)
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Jeralt's murder had been a great loss for Garreg Mach but a personal one for Byleth. It had shaken everyone, himself included. He had never experienced the loss of a loved one before and the funerals in Fodlan are so much different from the ones he'd grown up with. The air had just been so... hopelessly sad and heavy. All he could do was observe, pay his respects, offer his support, make sure everyone else was taken care of, and promise to help catch his killer.
And they did but not before things took another turn. What was going on? What was this about a goddess living inside Byleth's mind? What else was going to happen? Why was Rhea acting so strange? Why has she been acting so strange? He barely has time to even think of all the questions. His brain is swimming, a sea of incoherent thoughts, a puddle of frustrated uncertainty, and... everything would be answered at the Holy Tomb? Why did they need to go there to receive the Goddess' revelation? Couldn't Teach just ask the Goddess in her head? What was going on?
All he can do until then is keep searching, keep thinking, but most importantly, keep an eye on everyone. He's seen the way the last few months ahve taken their toll on his Golden Deer. Slaying Monic and Solon might have helped some of them overcome their grief but the mystery and uncertainty around Byleths' transformation was just something new to weigh on them.
He lets Hilda visit him at night, listens to Lorenz rant in the garden, and helps talk Ignatz and Marianne through the new storm. Lysithea has thrown herself into books, Leonie into her training, and Raphael, ever the reliable brother, stays strong and looks out for everyone.
Claude makes his way through the list (not that there is one) and searches out Dorothea, one of their newest members. He's not surprised to find her in the music room and smiles lightly at the door,)
Sorry, I didn't mean to crash.
(He glances at the lute but comes over, pulling up a chair, turning it so he can sit with his arms folded over the back of the seat,)
... Talk about a wild welcome, huh?