[Sylvain is... entirely unsure of what to make of any of this. The change in Dimitri's demeanor, while not unexpected given his history, still settles uncomfortably in his stomach. He supposes it's better that, than warring over the concept of his potential death.
If he hadn't been here a span of days already, Sylvain might have thought it a dream. He isn't unconvinced that it isn't a hallucination -- sleep hadn't come easy while alone on the road after all. But it would take a hell of a lot of work for his tired mind to conjure something like this up.]
I'm not dead. [He isn't sure if Dimitri is still listening. He isn't even sure if he's talking to Dimitri, really.
He allows his gaze to drop, settling on the pig at Dimitri's side. It's ample enough distraction. Kneeling down, he holds out a hand to the creature.]
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If he hadn't been here a span of days already, Sylvain might have thought it a dream. He isn't unconvinced that it isn't a hallucination -- sleep hadn't come easy while alone on the road after all. But it would take a hell of a lot of work for his tired mind to conjure something like this up.]
I'm not dead. [He isn't sure if Dimitri is still listening. He isn't even sure if he's talking to Dimitri, really.
He allows his gaze to drop, settling on the pig at Dimitri's side. It's ample enough distraction. Kneeling down, he holds out a hand to the creature.]
New pets are pretty common around here, huh?