[There was a considerable pause as Byleth thought it over. It wasn't as if he didn't want to make friends with Claude, after all - he did - but he'd been worried that Claude's friendliness had been misplaced, that there was an unspoken assumption that Byleth would have to meet the expectations the Other Byleth had set. Expectations he would inevitably fall short of.

That worry still remained, but maybe...]

Very well. So long as you promise to befriend me based on the person I am now, rather than who you wish me to be, I'll put my faith in you, Claude.

[And, since even he knew friendship was a two-way street:] I promise I'll see you for who you are currently, as well.