Imperial Year 1180. Day 21 of the Great Tree Moon. I screwed up. Some students from the Officers Academy came running to us for help with some bandits chasing them. One thing led to another and who else but the Knights of Seiros show up. Might have been able to sneak away if that loudmouth Alois wasn't with them. Passing through Remire has always been a gamble and a half with it being so near Garreg Mach, but with two decades of no contact between us and the Church, I guess I became too complacent. It was bound to happen eventually so long as we remained in Fódlan.
Rhea is unchanged, but that's no surprise. Not that I'm one to talk. She's got a couple more green haired folk at her side now, a brother and sister. I have to wonder what their relation to her may be.
She didn't bring up the fire twenty years ago. She didn't say anything at the time, but it's obvious who our child's mother is given Byleth's name and the uncanny resemblance to you. She asked me to take my place as captain again and wants Byleth to become a professor here. A sword instructor I could understand, but a full blown teacher? The woman baffles me. She's locking us down, I know. I have half a mind to hightail it out of here even now, or at least have Byleth do that. Can probably live comfortably in Morfis with our connections. Even Sreng isn't out of the question even if just for a time.
No. I couldn't bear to do that. Byleth's no baby anymore, I know. The kid is self-sufficient enough but still so ignorant of the world outside of making use of violence. Not that I can blame anyone apart from myself for that. And in many ways Byleth's still childlike. Innocent. Or maybe I just refuse to see it any other way. I'm not sure I can do it. Letting the kid go away without any assurance we'll ever see each other again. No. I can't.
I'll keep an eye on our child as best I can. Told Byleth to be wary of Rhea but, well, that's about all I can do. Being back here, I don't know. Don't know what I should do.