Byleth & Felix A / houses.fedatamine.com

Byleth, Felix enter the scene

Finally, I notched a win against you.

You crushed me.
I almost had you.

Oh, please. I scraped by.

True. It was a narrow victory.

When we spar, I feel like I'm revisiting my past.

Why?

It's like training with my brother.

He always won—always—and died before I could win a single bout.

From the first time I held a sword, all I wanted was to surpass him.

And that's what drove me to become so strong.

Perhaps it's absurd to say such a thing, but...

I've spent all these years training for a duel with a corpse.

It's not absurd.
You found an answer to my question.

Perhaps not.

Yes. I suppose I did.

I can never again spar with my brother. Not unless he climbs out of his grave.

Still, I continue my endless pursuit of strength.

Maybe because I have a new opponent to measure myself against.

Who?

You. Obviously.

I beat you this time, but when we next cross swords, who knows what might happen?

It was a close match, not a crushing victory. I know that I can do better.

I will surpass you in strength, and then I'll become stronger still.

And then?
Don't count me out yet.

And then, when this war is over, I won't have as many chances to swing my sword.

I can hardly imagine that.

Ha. Just what I was hoping you'd say.

Anyway, thank you...for helping me find an answer to the question you asked, all those years ago.