[ Another breath of amusement barrels in, and his roll of eyes is only for show. ]
Back with the thinly veiled threats, huh? Guess I'd better watch my back.
[ Not that Yuri has ever actually followed through on any of them, not even over a certain Private Correspondence Incident in the past. Was he really that soft with everyone, or is this some kind of special privilege? Whatever the case, Shez doesn't intend to push his luck-- even if he may stumble into criminal transgressions by accident, every now and then. ]
I can at least promise that, for as long as I'm myself, I'm not gonna go slinking off to Shadyland-- [ And he's going to make A Face at that. Where does Yuri even get that weird vocabulary from... ] --and I don't think Byleth would, either, even if he's pretty disheartened right now. The thing is... we're not always ourselves.
[ Whereas narrowing it down to the two of them would be a more accurate reflection of his thoughts, he hopes his choice of words casts a wide enough net as to not raise pointed questions, a general we that could easily apply to all Shard-bearers in Kenos. There is a lot he heavily suspects about Byleth, and much he has to wonder about the true nature of their relationship-- about why they always seem to find themselves on opposite sides, often regardless of their own wishes. But suspicions are all they are, and so it's not up to him to divulge any further.
So he opts instead to share what he can in good conscience: the things he knows and suspects about himself. ]
Going through a single trial has been enough to make me figure out this place has an effect on people. And even setting that aside, there's the fact that much about my power remains a mystery even to me. Slipping through shadows, summoning my sword, even wielding dark magic... I don't know the kind of toll any of that can take on me in the long run. Honestly, as long as it helped me survive another day, I didn't really care. But...
[ As he hugs his knees to himself and rests his chin atop his arms, the ocean beckons at him again, waves overpowering one solitary surfer venturing past shore and skill. The board is first to break surface, and there's a long moment of silence and held breaths; finally, a head bobs above water, struggles to stay afloat, but one arm manages to grab on to the relative safety of their ride.
(Would Shez be as fortunate to escape oblivion, or would he one day vanish under the vast expanse of history? Who knows. For now, he can at least smile in relief for that surfer's sake.) ]
I've always feared that the sword could overtake me one day. I guess I was lucky not to be cut down when it did.
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Back with the thinly veiled threats, huh? Guess I'd better watch my back.
[ Not that Yuri has ever actually followed through on any of them, not even over a certain Private Correspondence Incident in the past. Was he really that soft with everyone, or is this some kind of special privilege? Whatever the case, Shez doesn't intend to push his luck-- even if he may stumble into criminal transgressions by accident, every now and then. ]
I can at least promise that, for as long as I'm myself, I'm not gonna go slinking off to Shadyland-- [ And he's going to make A Face at that. Where does Yuri even get that weird vocabulary from... ] --and I don't think Byleth would, either, even if he's pretty disheartened right now. The thing is... we're not always ourselves.
[ Whereas narrowing it down to the two of them would be a more accurate reflection of his thoughts, he hopes his choice of words casts a wide enough net as to not raise pointed questions, a general we that could easily apply to all Shard-bearers in Kenos. There is a lot he heavily suspects about Byleth, and much he has to wonder about the true nature of their relationship-- about why they always seem to find themselves on opposite sides, often regardless of their own wishes. But suspicions are all they are, and so it's not up to him to divulge any further.
So he opts instead to share what he can in good conscience: the things he knows and suspects about himself. ]
Going through a single trial has been enough to make me figure out this place has an effect on people. And even setting that aside, there's the fact that much about my power remains a mystery even to me. Slipping through shadows, summoning my sword, even wielding dark magic... I don't know the kind of toll any of that can take on me in the long run. Honestly, as long as it helped me survive another day, I didn't really care. But...
[ As he hugs his knees to himself and rests his chin atop his arms, the ocean beckons at him again, waves overpowering one solitary surfer venturing past shore and skill. The board is first to break surface, and there's a long moment of silence and held breaths; finally, a head bobs above water, struggles to stay afloat, but one arm manages to grab on to the relative safety of their ride.
(Would Shez be as fortunate to escape oblivion, or would he one day vanish under the vast expanse of history? Who knows. For now, he can at least smile in relief for that surfer's sake.) ]
I've always feared that the sword could overtake me one day. I guess I was lucky not to be cut down when it did.