[Never before had Byleth been caught between two extremely contradictory feelings of utter rage and delight.]
I... what...
[Now, Byleth was not one to be ruled by pride. If he lost, he lost. He didn't obsess over it, and neither did he put much stock in 'superiority'. All that mattered was cold, hard reality: if he failed to perform or to match up with someone, then it meant it was his fault. He could not blame the machine if Shez did this so easily on his first try. The blame was his ineptitude at claw games. Never before had Byleth failed so abysmally at a practical skill, though. He genuinely had no idea how to react. It was so novel. It was so frustrating??]
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[Never before had Byleth been caught between two extremely contradictory feelings of utter rage and delight.]
I... what...
[Now, Byleth was not one to be ruled by pride. If he lost, he lost. He didn't obsess over it, and neither did he put much stock in 'superiority'. All that mattered was cold, hard reality: if he failed to perform or to match up with someone, then it meant it was his fault. He could not blame the machine if Shez did this so easily on his first try. The blame was his ineptitude at claw games. Never before had Byleth failed so abysmally at a practical skill, though. He genuinely had no idea how to react. It was so novel. It was so frustrating??]