[He'd cried when he was younger. He'd wailed, and called, and reached out for every single person who had stepped before him. From king, to shield, to servant, passed from hand to hand. For what?]
[Back then, he hadn't wanted to leave their sides. Back then, in the aftermath, for a funeral more for a nation than for himself, he had still wanted to be by their sides.]
[Yet he can't be. He is here, wherever this portion of the afterlife is, and by his side instead is...]
[Dean is making more soft distressed noises, and Dimitri lets the small pig clamber up into his arms, against his stomach, his chest. He looks up from it, to Sylvain.]
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[He'd cried when he was younger. He'd wailed, and called, and reached out for every single person who had stepped before him. From king, to shield, to servant, passed from hand to hand. For what?]
[Back then, he hadn't wanted to leave their sides. Back then, in the aftermath, for a funeral more for a nation than for himself, he had still wanted to be by their sides.]
[Yet he can't be. He is here, wherever this portion of the afterlife is, and by his side instead is...]
[Dean is making more soft distressed noises, and Dimitri lets the small pig clamber up into his arms, against his stomach, his chest. He looks up from it, to Sylvain.]
....You stayed.
[He's still crying.]