| [seteth had more questions to ask her once they were alone — so many more questions about byleth and sothis and the sword of the creator — but rhea sidestepped all of them. she offered reassurances, gave him platitudes. she put one hand upon his arm and asked him to trust her judgment. just this once and one more time, cichol, she'd said, and just like that, he'd given in.
seteth isn't stupid, of course, and rhea knows that very well. she would never dream of manipulating him, of trying to play him like all the others. more than anything, she wants to trust him, but she really can't tell him why she's given the sword of the creator to byleth. even she knows that this, of all her misdeeds, is the worst of all of them.
sitri wasn't just another human, after all. but it couldn't be helped. in the end, rhea only did what sitri herself begged the archbishop to do.] |
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