[Where can he even start? Dimitri doesn't know. There's just.... so much. He tries to breathe, tries to remember that is a thing he can do.]
[At his feet, the Tepig looks up in concern, and nudges his snout into one of Dimitri's hands. It helps keep him focused, at least, and he blinks, staring downwards.]
...I could not wreak the vengeance that I had promised them, Sylvain.
I am not fit to be forgiven. And I do not know what else I can do... Perhaps it is better if I am trapped like this, and no one else need hear me anymore...
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[Where can he even start? Dimitri doesn't know. There's just.... so much. He tries to breathe, tries to remember that is a thing he can do.]
[At his feet, the Tepig looks up in concern, and nudges his snout into one of Dimitri's hands. It helps keep him focused, at least, and he blinks, staring downwards.]
...I could not wreak the vengeance that I had promised them, Sylvain.
I am not fit to be forgiven. And I do not know what else I can do... Perhaps it is better if I am trapped like this, and no one else need hear me anymore...