[ remire. even when her emotions were a shadow of what they ought to be, she tried not to think of what happened there. ]

... I remember Remire. The Dimitri I knew wasn't there... I'm sorry you were a part of that, in your version of things. [ ugh. and retribution isn't something to be enjoyed, but... her expression shifts, like she's uncertain. it's hard to figure out how she feels about the odd sort of pride it seems to her that dimitri is taking in his description. ] Those without mercy don't get to demand it, I suppose.