[Byleth's tone was blunt. Not pessimistic, but not optimistic, either. He had long since come to terms with his mortality after his first near-miss on the battlefield, and was somewhat desensitised to his eventual death - whenever that may be in a week or years after. If he was even properly 'alive', considering...
He fought the urge to press his hand over his unbeating chest. He couldn't help but feel like he was forgetting something vitally important regarding that, but the fact of the matter was: his heart did not beat, he couldn't recall why, yet he still breathed and he still had a pulse. How was life measured in his circumstances?]
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[Byleth's tone was blunt. Not pessimistic, but not optimistic, either. He had long since come to terms with his mortality after his first near-miss on the battlefield, and was somewhat desensitised to his eventual death - whenever that may be in a week or years after. If he was even properly 'alive', considering...
He fought the urge to press his hand over his unbeating chest. He couldn't help but feel like he was forgetting something vitally important regarding that, but the fact of the matter was: his heart did not beat, he couldn't recall why, yet he still breathed and he still had a pulse. How was life measured in his circumstances?]