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Byleth, Hilda enter the scene

Hey, Professor! What are you doing, daydreaming in a place like this?

It's lucky. As spacey as you are, you're always reliable in a pinch.

Sure. Then what were you thinking about?

Ha! Not as much as you!

It's hard to tell what's going on in that skull of yours.

Your expression is always blank. Come on... Smile!

I was just playing around! Don't get mad.

By the way, in the next battle, may I focus on logistical support...

...off the battlefield? There's no use having a weakling like me in the middle of the action.

And it would bring down morale if I were killed.

Have you even seen me, Professor? Look at these noodly little arms!

I should be cheering everyone on from the sidelines. It'll certainly improve the boys' morale, don't you think?

Because even if I did, I would still be a weakling.

Because even if I do, I won't be of any help.

My big brother is the type of person who's supposed to be on the battlefield.

For me, it's just a waste of energy. It's pointless.

Everyone's cut out for something different. The right person for the right task, you know?

Please, Professor?

Keep me off the battlefield, and maybe I won't tell everyone you were daydreaming!