[It was difficult for Byleth to connect himself to this mysterious 'Teach', someone who shared a dream as fantastical as Claude's and who was an active participant of it - who had the political clout and will to aid in it! He was a simple mercenary, whose worries didn't extend beyond the next paycheck in his world. Not a political power scheming with foreign lords over revolutionising Fódlan society.

Usually, Byleth would shy away from such comparisons. He wasn't interested in being compared to some distant interloper with his face, but...]

That's impressive, considering the bloody history between the two nations. It must've been difficult to achieve...

[His tone was distracted though. He wasn't sure how to ask. After a moment chewing over his words, he decided to bite the bullet and just say something, no matter how clumsy and out of left field it was.]

Claude, am I... very different to Teach?