He’s honestly speechless. No one had ever hated him enough to make something so targeted and so personal. Honestly, he felt moved to tears.

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Niles had definitely confused Leo by volunteering so fast to greet the diplomatic mission when it arrived. Thankfully, his liege hadn’t questioned the eagerness too much, and he had allowed Niles the job.

Which was how he found himself waiting outside the castle, uncharacteristically excited. He stood up straight when he heard the carriage pulling up, stepping over to see the man inside. “Valter. Nice to see you again~”

Valter gave a soft chuckle as he exited the carriage. “Amazing... You actually make that statement sound believable. How did you manage to pull that one off?” he teased quietly with a wink. 

He almost wanted to hug the man, a kind, familiar face after what he’d gone through -- what they both had been put through. He couldn’t help but admire for the umpteenth time the young archer’s resilient nature and willingness to forgive. He truly felt as if the man accepted him as a friend. The past from when he was taken over by a hostile entity was all but forgotten. No small feat, considering the atrocities he’d seen.

But that was all in the past now, he thought with a relieved sigh. Repeated exorcisms had cleared his mind -- probably not for good, but it was clearly enough to keep what had inhabited him from taking root in his mind once more. Each time was just a bit easier than the last. He felt like a newly freed man.

It had only been a few short hours since Inigo’s failed attempt to free Shigure from Valter’s clutches. And while Valter was definitely willing to let him stew in his own fear for a while, there was something he wished to address as soon as possible. 

The little dancing hussy had killed one of his men. And that was unacceptable. 

The cellar door swung open with an ominous creak as Valter stomped down the staircase. He was carrying with him a welcome gift -- Inigo’s dinner, and likely the last food he would have in quite some time. 

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        With the pace at which Valter places himself in front of the doorway Xander almost collides with him. It causes him to stumble back a couple of steps in order to prevent such an action, and in an instant his eyes are narrowed. While he may not know the other personally he’s heard some small talk and rumors amongst the other heroes that were summoned. So he holds a bit of caution as arms find themselves crossing over his chest.

        “Valter.” His tone is firm as he gives a slight nod of his head in acknowledgement. “Is there something that you need?”

Valter smirked. “Something I need?” he chuckled, leaning against his Lance. “Why yes, there certainly is... Hehe.” He smirked at the noble knight, twirling a lock of hair around his finger. 

It’s bad enough that Valter is in the same room as him, but why he’s standing in front of him showing off - whatever this is supposed to be - is beyond him.

He just shrugged, turning away before the nausea from standing this close to him got too bad.

“I suppose you are - proud? Of eating lunch?”

Valter just smiled and showed off the next one of him posing next to a dead heron -- one he’d hunted himself, by the looks of it. Judging by its soulless, raptor-like dinosaur gaze, it wasn’t a transformed Laguz, but the message was pretty clear all the same. 

The next, and final picture was of him creeping close to Leanne’s bed while she was -- thankfully -- fast asleep. The high exposure and blurry nature of the photo gave it a deeply unsettling quality, as did the blood red flashes of his eyes. How he’d managed to get inside without immediately making her wake from overwhelming nightmares was anyone’s guess.