Elodie Brigette Durand (fe3h)

Just wanted to make everyone aware of this:

[Everyone is sulking in their seats while Byleth is JUST trying to teach]

Byleth, slamming her book down: Alright, that's it.

[Pointing at Dimitri]: You. Stop thinking about Duscar. It isn't your fault. See me after class for a hug you desperately need one.

[Pointing at Sylvain]: You, stop being an asshole and just put in your full effort I already have those expectations of you. And stop moping about your brother, it wasn't 'understandable' that he threw you in a well and left you there to die.

[Pointing at Felix who is smirking at Sylvain]: Stop moping about YOUR brother. You could beat him in a fight now so stop pretending your training is a healthy way to cope because it isn't. And call your father he's sorry and you hold grudges far too long.

[Pointing at Ingrid]: You don't need to marry anyone if you don't want to. God knows those four are gonna take care of anything you or your territory need anyway so just do what you want and fuck everyone else.

[Pointing at Annette]: You. Your dad loves you he's just terrible and can't express himself. Literally every man in this room is the same way so.... (shrugs) Do with that information what you will.

[Pointing at Dedue]: Stop thinking you are worth less than the other people in this room. You're genuinely better than they are, I mean look at these assholes.

[Pointing at Ashe]: You have never done anything wrong and I love you.

Sylvain: What?

Felix: You know how stories always talk about swords 'forged from the blood of enemies'?

Felix: I calculated it.

Felix: You would have to drain the blood of four hundred adult humans and extract the iron from it to have enough to make a sword. Forged from the blood of your enemies.

Sylvain: That's... neat.