[Well, Byleth isn't wrong even if the modesty is funny to hear.] You and I must know different mercenaries. [He's just from a different world.
Not that Fódlan couldn't be blood-thirsty. He can't think of too many mercenaries who would give him such an earnest answer. First of all, they'd never speak to him at all because he's a dhampir. Second of all, they'd probably tell him to go fuck himself.]
I'm D.
[If there is any kind of follow-up, none comes. It's just... D. No surname, not even a title. It seems rather ~*mystery*~, but it's less a grasp at being an enigma and more he does not think enough of himself to exist outside of a letter. A blip of nothing in people's time. D.
He lacks a great deal of pride in himself. A monster which shouldn't live at all.]
no subject
Not that Fódlan couldn't be blood-thirsty. He can't think of too many mercenaries who would give him such an earnest answer. First of all, they'd never speak to him at all because he's a dhampir. Second of all, they'd probably tell him to go fuck himself.]
I'm D.
[If there is any kind of follow-up, none comes. It's just... D. No surname, not even a title. It seems rather ~*mystery*~, but it's less a grasp at being an enigma and more he does not think enough of himself to exist outside of a letter. A blip of nothing in people's time. D.
He lacks a great deal of pride in himself. A monster which shouldn't live at all.]