[The first familiar face she has seen... He wonders how familiar.]
[It has been a long time since he has seen her, from his own point of view. The last time was... when he was much younger, waiting underneath the church for something and never knowing what shape it would take. In the end, it was never holy, never divine - just a messy and earthly betrayal.]
[The realization hits him, then, that this is the first time he has actually thought of Rhea in quite some time. He went straight to Faerghus after the attack on the monastery, and things fell apart so quickly. It was all he could do to survive, to focus on his vengeance as fire that kept his cold and pathetic body going. Why worry or care about some holy woman whose life did nothing to his own? Who he had always felt a wariness towards - for her actions, for the church's influence on his own Kingdom?]
[Some small bit of guilt curls in his chest. People like Seteth had cared for Rhea's existence quite desperately, he knows that much, back when he had been lurking in Garreg Mach like a wraith. Even if he had not cared, they...]
[Dimitri takes in a slow breath, trying to reorganize his own thoughts. Regardless, right now, she is just a woman, here in this world separate from everything she knew. Just like the rest of them were, once upon a time.]
There are... some others from Faerghus here as well. Yet I have seen no other people sworn to the church arrive here before you, Lady Rhea.
[A quiet separation between Faerghus, and the church.]
I take it that you arrive in just... the last month, then?
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[It has been a long time since he has seen her, from his own point of view. The last time was... when he was much younger, waiting underneath the church for something and never knowing what shape it would take. In the end, it was never holy, never divine - just a messy and earthly betrayal.]
[The realization hits him, then, that this is the first time he has actually thought of Rhea in quite some time. He went straight to Faerghus after the attack on the monastery, and things fell apart so quickly. It was all he could do to survive, to focus on his vengeance as fire that kept his cold and pathetic body going. Why worry or care about some holy woman whose life did nothing to his own? Who he had always felt a wariness towards - for her actions, for the church's influence on his own Kingdom?]
[Some small bit of guilt curls in his chest. People like Seteth had cared for Rhea's existence quite desperately, he knows that much, back when he had been lurking in Garreg Mach like a wraith. Even if he had not cared, they...]
[Dimitri takes in a slow breath, trying to reorganize his own thoughts. Regardless, right now, she is just a woman, here in this world separate from everything she knew. Just like the rest of them were, once upon a time.]
There are... some others from Faerghus here as well. Yet I have seen no other people sworn to the church arrive here before you, Lady Rhea.
[A quiet separation between Faerghus, and the church.]
I take it that you arrive in just... the last month, then?