Of course. Dedue asks for so little, sometimes. Some of it, Dimitri knows, has had to do with the politics of the land they lived in. Maybe some of it was because the two of them were working together for something much grander, something that might very well take a lifetime to properly make right.
Dimitri sometimes suspects that a bit of it is just Dedue being stubborn.
There's no point in really bringing up more of that, not when Dedue is so tired that he can be coaxed onto the grass again like they were children, and with this place being so overwhelming as to put a tidal wave to shame.
So he nods, hair catching in the grass, at the request to talk more about Johto and all its incredible qualities. "It is incredible, Dedue," he murmurs. "There is no war here, despite such a fondness for battle as simple sport. No one is left wanting for the things they need to live. To have a roof over one's head, to purchase food for one's stomach, even the ability to help prevent illness and fix injuries... It is all so easily available, even for those who roam so constantly."
For a moment, Dimitri pauses, feeling a twist of shame in his gut. "When I first arrived... I thought it were the afterlife, for that reason." Disappearing without explanation, on the eve of a great battle? Dimitri had felt so sure... Even now, he sometimes still wakes up and feels that it must be true.
He never voices it, of course. Not where poor Chip could hear, not where Felix could bristle at it. Usually, with the help of some of his Pokemon guiding him, he manages to make his way through it, stop thinking such thoughts again.
But no. It is real. "One day... Even if I cannot make it happen in my own life, the entirety of this sort of place, I will provide the foundation for this to happen in the future, for Faerghus and Duscur both." Maybe even for Fodlan as a whole, although even a single step towards any of the things present in Johto would no doubt send the nobility into an uproar. Well, him refusing to let go of Dedue's hand did that to start with, so they can roar all they like.
"As for the creatures-" And that is around the time that the small bird laying against his stomach finally seems satisfied with his searching. Nicholas the Delibird straightens up with a soft noise of triumph, and pulls out a small paper bag out from his peculiar tail. He crawls across Dimitri's stomach, sliding down to settle in the space between both men, before he holds out the bag to Dedue.
Inside is a large muffin - no longer warm but still soft and moist, filled with crunchy nuts to break up the texture. Nicholas has decided that Dedue seems like the kind of guy to like nuts in his muffins. Time will tell if that assessment is right or not.
Either way, Dimitri smiles slightly, and carefully pets the bird's soft feathers. "This is Nicholas. These countries place great value on the bond between the companions they make." Pausing, Dimitri shifts upwards just enough to look around the garden, towards the house. What he's about to say... He doesn't want to say it while in earshot of Chip, and so he has to make sure that they are not about. "They are called Pokemon, here," he confesses to Dedue quietly as he sinks back against the grass. "But a child that I travel with, Chip - they call them Paliens, based on something quite similar in their own homeland, and it makes them happy when I use the same phrasing."
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Dimitri sometimes suspects that a bit of it is just Dedue being stubborn.
There's no point in really bringing up more of that, not when Dedue is so tired that he can be coaxed onto the grass again like they were children, and with this place being so overwhelming as to put a tidal wave to shame.
So he nods, hair catching in the grass, at the request to talk more about Johto and all its incredible qualities. "It is incredible, Dedue," he murmurs. "There is no war here, despite such a fondness for battle as simple sport. No one is left wanting for the things they need to live. To have a roof over one's head, to purchase food for one's stomach, even the ability to help prevent illness and fix injuries... It is all so easily available, even for those who roam so constantly."
For a moment, Dimitri pauses, feeling a twist of shame in his gut. "When I first arrived... I thought it were the afterlife, for that reason." Disappearing without explanation, on the eve of a great battle? Dimitri had felt so sure... Even now, he sometimes still wakes up and feels that it must be true.
He never voices it, of course. Not where poor Chip could hear, not where Felix could bristle at it. Usually, with the help of some of his Pokemon guiding him, he manages to make his way through it, stop thinking such thoughts again.
But no. It is real. "One day... Even if I cannot make it happen in my own life, the entirety of this sort of place, I will provide the foundation for this to happen in the future, for Faerghus and Duscur both." Maybe even for Fodlan as a whole, although even a single step towards any of the things present in Johto would no doubt send the nobility into an uproar. Well, him refusing to let go of Dedue's hand did that to start with, so they can roar all they like.
"As for the creatures-" And that is around the time that the small bird laying against his stomach finally seems satisfied with his searching. Nicholas the Delibird straightens up with a soft noise of triumph, and pulls out a small paper bag out from his peculiar tail. He crawls across Dimitri's stomach, sliding down to settle in the space between both men, before he holds out the bag to Dedue.
Inside is a large muffin - no longer warm but still soft and moist, filled with crunchy nuts to break up the texture. Nicholas has decided that Dedue seems like the kind of guy to like nuts in his muffins. Time will tell if that assessment is right or not.
Either way, Dimitri smiles slightly, and carefully pets the bird's soft feathers. "This is Nicholas. These countries place great value on the bond between the companions they make." Pausing, Dimitri shifts upwards just enough to look around the garden, towards the house. What he's about to say... He doesn't want to say it while in earshot of Chip, and so he has to make sure that they are not about. "They are called Pokemon, here," he confesses to Dedue quietly as he sinks back against the grass. "But a child that I travel with, Chip - they call them Paliens, based on something quite similar in their own homeland, and it makes them happy when I use the same phrasing."