Thank you so much. I'm so sorry you were in danger again. If we're in lockdown again tonight, I'll look after him. Please stay safe. Don't push yourself.
[this is literally the worst - she's rushing in immediately, offering her arms out to help keep byleth steady. viola is a absolutely noodley in terms of strength but she's determined]
Don't say that. Thank you for looking after him. I'm sorry I couldn't do more for you. Here - let me help you to a place where you can lay down.
[BYLETH PLEASE - well she'll be as gentle as she can, moving to sit next to her and hovering worriedly]
Simply make sure your next purchases are with Sally - I understand why you went to me and I'm grateful for it. I worry he'd just hide it away from me otherwise.
[she looks so frustrated]
Can I get you anything? Water? Ice? A heating pad? I... I don't fully understand what you went through, but I'm so sorry...
...When we first arrived, we were all together. The pink-haired man we met first wanted to talk to me—and then, suddenly, I was in a room with Caleb, and I had a concussion.
Dimitri said we were all separated, and attacked individually, that I must have been the only person who wasn't. How would he know? And then he looked...
[...
did she sound crazy? not everyone watches dimitri all day.]
... he is the type of person who keeps to himself, doesn't he? Or won't elect to volunteer information about how he's hurting.
At least, from what I've witnessed...
[ . . . ]
Perhaps you can ask again when the wound is less fresh. I know you must be worried - and reasonably so, of course. But... I wonder what could've happened that might make him react that way.
[ . . . she's patient, thoughtful as she tilts her head.]
... it's okay if you're not. [she'll reassure her again]
... if I name a few words, would you tell me which resonates most? Something you feel your chest react to, even if you wouldn't reach for the word yourself.
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I'm so sorry you were in danger again.
If we're in lockdown again tonight, I'll look after him.
Please stay safe. Don't push yourself.
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Please keep him safe.
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I swear it.
Please allow me to see you before tonight, too.
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Once you're done seeing to Dimitri, please let me know when you have a moment.
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I think he's headed back to the Winter dormitory.
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Where are you? I'll come meet you briefly.
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[she has an arm]
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It's Viola. Please let me in.
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Thank you for your help.
I'm always indebting myself to you.
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Don't say that. Thank you for looking after him. I'm sorry I couldn't do more for you. Here - let me help you to a place where you can lay down.
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[she accepts viola's noodle arms, but if she's in any pain, she isn't showing it.
once she's sat on a cushion pile or beanbag, she lets a little breath escape her.]
I suspect I should have gone to Sally, but...
...As his dormitory leader, it felt right to speak with you.
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Simply make sure your next purchases are with Sally - I understand why you went to me and I'm grateful for it. I worry he'd just hide it away from me otherwise.
[she looks so frustrated]
Can I get you anything? Water? Ice? A heating pad? I... I don't fully understand what you went through, but I'm so sorry...
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I'm not very good at these dormitory wars... [ironic, probably.
but she waves away the offers.]
We went to a place where we had to fight each other with our words under duress—except the words had the power to hurt one another.
[...]
And I suspect... Dimitri isn't telling me everything.
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You had to fight against each other? ... it's getting so hard to grasp if there's anything similar about these...
But what makes you say that? About Dimitri?
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...When we first arrived, we were all together. The pink-haired man we met first wanted to talk to me—and then, suddenly, I was in a room with Caleb, and I had a concussion.
Dimitri said we were all separated, and attacked individually, that I must have been the only person who wasn't. How would he know? And then he looked...
[...
did she sound crazy? not everyone watches dimitri all day.]
...Elsewhere.
[a little embarrassed:]
It... feels like something is missing.
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At least, from what I've witnessed...
[ . . . ]
Perhaps you can ask again when the wound is less fresh. I know you must be worried - and reasonably so, of course. But... I wonder what could've happened that might make him react that way.
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[.....
she looks at her hands, falling quiet again.]
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she'll reach out then, letting her fingertips brush against the back of byleth's hand]
And how do you feel about it?
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[...]
I...
[she's struggling, but instead of it being over text, now it's simply happening in real time.]
I don't know. [...] I'm fine.
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... it's okay if you're not. [she'll reassure her again]
... if I name a few words, would you tell me which resonates most? Something you feel your chest react to, even if you wouldn't reach for the word yourself.
Would that be easier?
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but as ever, she goes with the flow, eyes now solely on viola.]
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Do you feel...
Unsettled? Afraid? Worried? About him, or yourself? Or do none of those quite fit?
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[she tries each word, testing each one gently, feeling for an ache, something substantial.
she places a hand on her chest.
...
a little bit of her face crumbles.]
I think... it's all of them.
I know he's not alone. I know you're here. Others, too. He's doing better.
But I still...
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