[Oh cool, him and the not-a-stuffed bear have something in common - but more importantly: ]

You do not know that you are dead. That we are dead.

Yet that is a common thing of the deceased: to either not know the nature of their own existence, or to be so engulfed in regret and rage that they torment the living over it.

[Dimitri is obviously neither of those things... but he feels this must be a purgatory of a kind for him. A strange sort of - punishment, maybe? A task he must complete in his afterlife? He cannot be certain, yet. He feels aimless, confused... but, in a strange way, grateful as well.]

[His parents, and Glenn, and so many servants and knights... They haunted him for so many years, tore at his sleep and never let him forget their deaths. That he is not like that, not tormenting Felix, or Ingrid, or Sylvain, or Dedue... He knows he was never what any of them deserved, so he is grateful that he no longer makes their lives worse.]

For example... Do you find some similarity with Violet, then? In an appealing appearance, or in strength, or in her distaste for touch?