[Hmm. In this regard, perhaps the aliens Byleth had been searching for were the ones already there: vampires.
A small part of him tightens with the same sympathy he'd never offer himself. But he understands. Being stuck in the rigid, inflexibility of half. Of being born unnecessarily, and of the birth being a tool almost. Had it been natural? Had he been on the path of mediocrity, and then the darkest entity put himself in? Or was he doomed from the start, already beginning as a hybrid from a forbidden tryst.
This doesn't even account for what all came after. His essence and the vessel it inhabited sharpened in an attempt to create the perfect immortal being. All of the strengths, none of the weaknesses.]
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A small part of him tightens with the same sympathy he'd never offer himself. But he understands. Being stuck in the rigid, inflexibility of half. Of being born unnecessarily, and of the birth being a tool almost. Had it been natural? Had he been on the path of mediocrity, and then the darkest entity put himself in? Or was he doomed from the start, already beginning as a hybrid from a forbidden tryst.
This doesn't even account for what all came after. His essence and the vessel it inhabited sharpened in an attempt to create the perfect immortal being. All of the strengths, none of the weaknesses.]
Then we have something in common.