[D is Byleth's kindred spirit because he, too, preferred bluntness in conversation. He struggled with subterfuge and double-speak, so having someone plainly say what they wanted and felt was his preference - even if it was to express something negative to him.
They were going to get along swimmingly.]
No.
[Short and sweet and to the point: no.]
I'm separated from my home- [Home being Jeralt, more than an actual location.] -and am forced to engage in a manufactured conflict between two factions I have no personal stake in. Though I'm a mercenary, that doesn't mean I enjoy being conscripted against my will.
['Crunch'. Another bite of the apple. Chew. Swallow.]
Not to say it's been all misery here. Unlike home, I'm not forced to engage in combat on a nearly daily basis, allowing me some moments of peace. But that's a mere, paltry silver lining of what is otherwise a...
[He paused and cocked his head slightly.]
Hm, what would Shez call it again? Ah, right: a shit-sandwich.
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They were going to get along swimmingly.]
No.
[Short and sweet and to the point: no.]
I'm separated from my home- [Home being Jeralt, more than an actual location.] -and am forced to engage in a manufactured conflict between two factions I have no personal stake in. Though I'm a mercenary, that doesn't mean I enjoy being conscripted against my will.
['Crunch'. Another bite of the apple. Chew. Swallow.]
Not to say it's been all misery here. Unlike home, I'm not forced to engage in combat on a nearly daily basis, allowing me some moments of peace. But that's a mere, paltry silver lining of what is otherwise a...
[He paused and cocked his head slightly.]
Hm, what would Shez call it again? Ah, right: a shit-sandwich.