Byleth & Dedue B / houses.fedatamine.com

Byleth, Dedue enter the scene

Here you are again.

I came to check on the flowers.
I was just passing through.

I see.

The flowers you helped to water are in bloom now.

Have a look.

Aren't they lovely?

Indeed.

My sister was fond of this one in particular.

Where is your sister now?
I didn't know you had a sister.

Dead.

It never came up.

Duscur is a dead land. Its flowers were all trampled under the boots of soldiers.

But seeing this blossom brings back memories.

I do not know why I am telling you all of this.

I'd like to hear more.
You are unusually talkative today.

There is little to tell.

It surprises me as well.

But if you are from Fódlan, you must know what became of the people of Duscur.

The people who betrayed their allies from Faerghus. The ones who were punished for regicide.

The Duscur are shunned for their crimes, even now.

It would be in your interest not to spend any more time around me than necessary.

His Highness is an exception.

You may think little of it now, but your reputation will eventually suffer.

You may think little of it now, but your reputation will eventually suffer.

But...to be completely candid...

It pleases me to be able to speak with you like this.

If you truly do not mind, I would be glad to receive more visits from you in the future.