The stars were just the stars to him, a constant in the night sky nothing more, nothing less. Silence hangs in the air for a while, both men looking up at a sky that holds different meanings for them both. 'Hey.do you ever wonder what'll happen after you fall?' It takes some time, but the green-haired man is the first to break it. 'Huh?' Byleth's look shoots over to Linhardt, puzzled with the question. 'What's gotten into you, all of a sudden?' It's definitely a morbid topic to be thinking about. We dedicate ourselves to what interests us, and when it's something like this.there's a good possibility your life will be cut short.' 'Just.' Linhardt stretches some more and yawns, before continuing, 'Every person has one life to live, right? That's why we try to do something with that life.

Some people devote their whole lives to what will inevitably cut said lives short, should they fall.' Byleth doesn't quite get what Linhardt is trying to get at, but he at least tries to listen to the man as he continues. The only thing that's left of them after that is what they've done.and the memories they've left behind.' Linhardt's look goes back down towards the ground, his expression.unreadable, really.