Runeard sighed heavily. What was he doing thinking of revenge when the one right in front of him needed comfort? “Byleth…” he cleared his throat, reluctantly asking. “What would you like me to do?” He dreaded the answer, but he had to ask the victim how she wanted reparations.

“You won’t have to, but I’m surprised you haven’t considering some Remnant people talk to you.”

//Sorry to hear.

“Hello Byleth… it’s been awhile.”

“I’ve been well, but more importantly, how have you been? People been treating you well?”

“What kinds of routine? Going into battle, taking down the fool who thinks they can mess with you?”

“Ahh… teaching. A way to inspire young minds to achieve knowledge.”

“That’s good to hear. Anyway, seen the Duke around recently?”

“As long as he thinks he killed you, he shouldn’t be a problem.”

“If you say so.”

//Hard to believe a year went by with this account. #MyTwitterAnniversary

//You did a good job!

//Perhaps, but you should be proud of yourself regardless.

//I actually did go to that website a few times, and it was scary to know that it even existed. It’s different from actually reading off a screenshot. Like it feels more real and it’s scary.

“A wonderful sight of contemplation, isn’t it? Oh the stars, burning bright in the sky with your hopes and dreams dedicated to a constellation.” Runeard walked over to Angel, speaking in a calm yet poetic tone.

Runeard bent over and sat next to Angel. “I’ve been fine. Traveling the world, going to places… I could never stay in one place for too long.” Truth be told, he was happier than his days as a monarch of Arendelle, indicated by his light smile on his face.

Runeard nodded. “Sora… I hear he’s off to new adventures.”

“Yup, that’s what I heard.”