[For a moment... Dimitri doesn't know what to say. What on earth is there to say? He's yet to run into Rodrigue here, in this place, but... he's not haunted him like a reminder of all his past mistakes, either.]
[And yet... Felix isn't like Claude. Felix is one of the only people who Dimitri ever felt truly saw him for what he was, the monster that carved a bloody path in Sreng and dragged the skin of a man over its revolting maw to hide amongst good people. And to say that of Rodrigue...]
...I... I am sorry... It should have...
[Dimitri doesn't know. He feels he knows nothing at all.]
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[And yet... Felix isn't like Claude. Felix is one of the only people who Dimitri ever felt truly saw him for what he was, the monster that carved a bloody path in Sreng and dragged the skin of a man over its revolting maw to hide amongst good people. And to say that of Rodrigue...]
...I... I am sorry... It should have...
[Dimitri doesn't know. He feels he knows nothing at all.]