![]() ![]() The only thing that's left of them after that is what they've done.and the memories they've left behind." Linhardt's look goes back down towards the ground, his expression.unreadable, really. Some people devote their whole lives to what will inevitably cut said lives short, should they fall." Byleth doesn't quite get what Linhardt is trying to get at, but he at least tries to listen to the man as he continues. We dedicate ourselves to what interests us, and when it's something like this.there's a good possibility your life will be cut short." "Just." Linhardt stretches some more and yawns, before continuing, "Every person has one life to live, right? That's why we try to do something with that life. "What's gotten into you, all of a sudden?" It's definitely a morbid topic to be thinking about. "Huh?" Byleth's look shoots over to Linhardt, puzzled with the question. "Hey.do you ever wonder what'll happen after you fall?" It takes some time, but the green-haired man is the first to break it. Silence hangs in the air for a while, both men looking up at a sky that holds different meanings for them both. The stars were just the stars to him, a constant in the night sky nothing more, nothing less. ".I know." Byleth looks to the sky as well, looking up to the stars and trying to see what Linhardt's looking at. Objectively speaking, there was nothing up there no enemy scouts, no arrows, no magic.Byleth didn't really see the point in looking up, but he at least tried. ".It's rather hard not to, when we consider what we're up against." Even I get insomnia." Despite the eyeroll it gets from the younger man, Linhardt's tone deflates some from the almost prickly response he had given earlier, yawning and stretching his arms out while looking to the sky. "Sorry. I thought patrolling around camp might help, but I'm not even close to being tired.I wasn't expecting to see you, of all people, out here." ![]() Linhardt wasn't sure if it was with the response, or if he was just that exhausted either could be the case, at this point. "Well, I'm certainly not going to be able to now, after that little fright."īyleth shakes his head, sighing with some level of tiredness of his own. Where on earth had he come from? Linhardt's look after that, however, is a slightly narrow eyed, displeased look as he regains his bearings. Linhardt practically jumps at the sudden words, looking over to see Byleth walking over to him from the side. ![]() It'd be almost stifling, were it not so beautiful without that in mind. Each twinkled above, blinking like the millions of eyes of the people who counted on their victory watching fervently, anxiously, looking down upon the army that would either bring their salvation or their doom. His eyes shoot to the stars, the new moon allowing them to shine without anything in the way. It's with surprising energy that Linhardt gets up, making his way out of his tent and into the cold night. The thoughts of what would happen if tomorrow was his last day alive, how much he would leave behind, how much of his research would be left hanging in the air because he was fighting in this war, how much he still wants to do, how much he still wants to say-all of it roiled around in his mind until he simply couldn't take it anymore. Thoughts roiled around in his head, a storm threatening to keep him up until sunrise, burdening him to the point of frustration. Here he was, not necessarily on the most comfortable bedding in the world, but able to sleep until the morning comes, and he couldn't find it in him to close his eyes for more than a few minutes at a time. As someone who wasn't a stranger to the desire to find a good place to nap, Linhardt's newly found insomnia keeping him up was practically abject suffering.
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