"But you don't have to be," Byleth continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "I may not always be able to be at your side, but you have others who support you. Who trust you, who lean on you. They value your friendship as much as you value theirs. And even though I won't always be here, trust that if the worst should happen, I'll already be on my way back to you. Do you understand, Dimitri?" Byleth held Dimitri's face between his hands, that ghostly light flickering in the depthless voids of his eyes. "You will never be alone on a bloody battlefield again. You have paid your debt to the dead. Now is the time to live."

“但你不必这样,”拜勒斯继续说道，他的声音几乎没有压过耳语。“也许我不能永远站在你这边，但你有支持你的人。谁信任你，谁依靠你。他们珍惜你们的友谊，就像你们珍惜他们的友谊一样。即使我不会一直在这里，相信即使最糟糕的事情发生，我也会回到你身边。你明白吗，迪米特里?”拜勒斯双手捧着迪米特里的脸，幽灵般的光芒在他眼睛深邃的空洞里闪烁。你再也不会独自一人在血腥的战场上了。你已经还清了你欠死人的债。现在是活下去的时候了。”

The words carried the song of a benediction, relieving and freeing. Dimitri's knees trembled, threatening to collapse beneath him. He gripped Byleth's shoulders to steady himself. He gulped down air greedily, drinking it in until he felt steady once more. Byleth's voice was absolution, and Dimitri wanted to bathe in it. Cloak himself in it and never be without it.

这些话带着一种祝福、解脱和释放的歌声。迪米特里的膝盖颤抖着，威胁要倒在他的脚下。他抓住拜勒斯的肩膀使自己站稳。他贪婪地大口大口地吸着空气，直到他再次感到身体稳定下来。拜勒斯的声音是赦免，迪米特里想用它洗澡。把自己隐藏起来，永远不离开它。