[A Goddess, dead... and a holy figure tossing aside who knows how many people in pursuit of bringing her back.]
[Dimitri cannot bear to look up, as he considers that. He has never entirely trusted Rhea, bristled at the yoke the church wound tight around the Kingdom. Still, he had wanted to think she had some good intentions for people.]
[But this... to waste precious human lives, all for a Goddess that...]
[Dimitri takes another sip of tea, forcing his hands to be gentle. He needs to stop this. He cannot think so ill of someone that Byleth clearly thinks well of. And even if his relationship to the Goddess the church spoke of is complicated, to politely say it, clearly she cared about Byleth.]
[That is enough to think some good of her. They have something in common, then.]
...Is Seteth well? Could he not help you with such things?
[Seteth, at least, seemed more approachable, down to earth, and quite frankly sensible than Rhea. A benefit, perhaps, of approaching the rest of them more frequently.]
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[Dimitri cannot bear to look up, as he considers that. He has never entirely trusted Rhea, bristled at the yoke the church wound tight around the Kingdom. Still, he had wanted to think she had some good intentions for people.]
[But this... to waste precious human lives, all for a Goddess that...]
[Dimitri takes another sip of tea, forcing his hands to be gentle. He needs to stop this. He cannot think so ill of someone that Byleth clearly thinks well of. And even if his relationship to the Goddess the church spoke of is complicated, to politely say it, clearly she cared about Byleth.]
[That is enough to think some good of her. They have something in common, then.]
...Is Seteth well? Could he not help you with such things?
[Seteth, at least, seemed more approachable, down to earth, and quite frankly sensible than Rhea. A benefit, perhaps, of approaching the rest of them more frequently.]