[ the world seems to be shaking around them, but the golden light eases some of his fear as it wraps around byleth, easing her wounds even if a few words aren't enough to put her back together. for now, it's enough. it will have to be enough. he helps her up when she stumbles and after she yeets her mic, glaring daggers at the last ramuda.
everyone's words afford him a sliver of focus, even if all the blood loss and burning is starting to drag at him, vision wavering along with the stadium. the buttons are pressed, and whatever happens will happen, so while he's holding byleth up he looks at this last, pink-haired boy and speaks in unison with her in a terrible, echoing roar into his stupid, stupid mic. ]
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everyone's words afford him a sliver of focus, even if all the blood loss and burning is starting to drag at him, vision wavering along with the stadium. the buttons are pressed, and whatever happens will happen, so while he's holding byleth up he looks at this last, pink-haired boy and speaks in unison with her in a terrible, echoing roar into his stupid, stupid mic. ]
DIE!