[ he looks relieved that rupert manages to take care of the worst of the damage—the damage he wrought—but this isn't over. he tries to get his composure enough to blink over at what the others are doing, vision hazy with the noise, lights, pain.
...it seems like caleb has something up his sleeve, blood-drenched as he is. so that leaves dealing with byleth before she gets to this button. maybe she doesn't know what it would mean for them, or maybe she has her own reasons, and he just—does not want to hurt any of them anymore, doesn't want to be in that position, pointing his words and blades at anything but his enemies, but his heart is pounding and he needs to put up a fight.
so he doesn't listen to her words, placing himself in her way with a shout. ]
You're in harm's way, I won't stop for your charm, Mic, wretched words, strike—go in for her arm!
[ hopefully this time will be less drastic—all he needs to do is get her mic away from her. ]
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...it seems like caleb has something up his sleeve, blood-drenched as he is. so that leaves dealing with byleth before she gets to this button. maybe she doesn't know what it would mean for them, or maybe she has her own reasons, and he just—does not want to hurt any of them anymore, doesn't want to be in that position, pointing his words and blades at anything but his enemies, but his heart is pounding and he needs to put up a fight.
so he doesn't listen to her words, placing himself in her way with a shout. ]
You're in harm's way, I won't stop for your charm,
Mic, wretched words, strike—go in for her arm!
[ hopefully this time will be less drastic—all he needs to do is get her mic away from her. ]