[ Byleth had more to say than Yuri had anticipated, but it was all fairly straightforward. And it was sensible: they weren't close comrades, but they both hailed from Fódlan, and that was unique unto them. Their particular circumstances and interests aligned, regardless of being taken away from the war, so it made good sense to continue working together.
Yuri realized, in that moment, that for him that had gone without saying. He was already determined to help Byleth escape this island, and that they were going to get home. It would be a delightful bonus of course if they could show their appreciation to whoever put them through this hell to start with, but as a baseline, they were getting out of here alive.
So he had no objections to that proposal. ]
I'd be a fool to decline the help, wouldn't I? Besides, that house I mentioned before's got a spare room... And I've had more time and means than you to gather supplies.
[ Ones that didn't up and vanish, what's more. ]
Just a matter of how we get you off of this island, first.
[Byleth relaxed at their alliance being confirmed. Not that he doubted Yuri - he was a very pragmatic man - but it was nice to hear it stated outloud. From now on, he and Yuri were allies in this strange, hostile land.]
Thank you. And yes, I would like to escape this island before its inevitable destruction. I had hoped to have a few more years before death claimed me.
[He lapsed into a brief, considering silence, before saying carefully:] Speaking of... I always thought I would die on the battlefield, when I inevitably ran out of luck. Never would I have thought it'd be in a scenario as bizarre as this. It's almost funny.
A few...? Have a little more ambition than that, would you?
[ At the very least, Yuri suspected that Jeralt wouldn't be able to handle outliving his child. The two of them were thick as thieves, and he doubted anything came close to mattering as much to the old mercenary as his son. ]
Can't say I expected my luck to bend in this direction either, for what it's worth.
[ Then again, who would ancitipate madness such as this? ]
[Byleth abruptly sighed, and though it was minute, his expression shifted into something almost downcast.]
I really do dislike being trapped on this island, though. Everyone else speaks about this other location where they have some level of stability. Or, as much stability as you have in this place. There's nowhere you can truly settle here on the island.
[He was, dare he say it, lonely. Jeralt wasn't here, and neither were any of his men. Yuri, understandably, couldn't stay on the island 24/7 with him, so it left Byleth kicking rocks in the long stretches of time left to him. It was honestly eating at him. Never before had he felt so restless and ready to claw at the walls.]
[ Yuri had stalked around the place like a caged beast for days before it sunk in that there was no simple option of escape, and if there was a weakness in the barrier around the town, he had still yet to find it.
That didn't stop him from looking, though. ]
Makes a man feel powerless... Yet if we don't pull through this, where's that leave us?
[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?]
[ He huffed out a soft sigh. Not that Byleth was wrong by any means, but it was the sort of truth that went without saying. If they didn't find a way to escape all this, the likely eventuality would be that they wouldn't survive.
The difficulty was that there was so little they had to go on, and this place was downright bizarre. How it all worked was something the lot of them could only guess at, and information was hard to come by. It was what they had to deal with, though. ]
In the end...we'll just have to overcome this. Whatever that takes.
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Yuri realized, in that moment, that for him that had gone without saying. He was already determined to help Byleth escape this island, and that they were going to get home. It would be a delightful bonus of course if they could show their appreciation to whoever put them through this hell to start with, but as a baseline, they were getting out of here alive.
So he had no objections to that proposal. ]
I'd be a fool to decline the help, wouldn't I? Besides, that house I mentioned before's got a spare room... And I've had more time and means than you to gather supplies.
[ Ones that didn't up and vanish, what's more. ]
Just a matter of how we get you off of this island, first.
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Thank you. And yes, I would like to escape this island before its inevitable destruction. I had hoped to have a few more years before death claimed me.
[He lapsed into a brief, considering silence, before saying carefully:] Speaking of... I always thought I would die on the battlefield, when I inevitably ran out of luck. Never would I have thought it'd be in a scenario as bizarre as this. It's almost funny.
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[ At the very least, Yuri suspected that Jeralt wouldn't be able to handle outliving his child. The two of them were thick as thieves, and he doubted anything came close to mattering as much to the old mercenary as his son. ]
Can't say I expected my luck to bend in this direction either, for what it's worth.
[ Then again, who would ancitipate madness such as this? ]
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[Byleth abruptly sighed, and though it was minute, his expression shifted into something almost downcast.]
I really do dislike being trapped on this island, though. Everyone else speaks about this other location where they have some level of stability. Or, as much stability as you have in this place. There's nowhere you can truly settle here on the island.
[He was, dare he say it, lonely. Jeralt wasn't here, and neither were any of his men. Yuri, understandably, couldn't stay on the island 24/7 with him, so it left Byleth kicking rocks in the long stretches of time left to him. It was honestly eating at him. Never before had he felt so restless and ready to claw at the walls.]
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[ Yuri had stalked around the place like a caged beast for days before it sunk in that there was no simple option of escape, and if there was a weakness in the barrier around the town, he had still yet to find it.
That didn't stop him from looking, though. ]
Makes a man feel powerless... Yet if we don't pull through this, where's that leave us?
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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?]
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[ He huffed out a soft sigh. Not that Byleth was wrong by any means, but it was the sort of truth that went without saying. If they didn't find a way to escape all this, the likely eventuality would be that they wouldn't survive.
The difficulty was that there was so little they had to go on, and this place was downright bizarre. How it all worked was something the lot of them could only guess at, and information was hard to come by. It was what they had to deal with, though. ]
In the end...we'll just have to overcome this. Whatever that takes.