[Dimitri thinks, someday, he may have liked to tell his professor of his childhood with Edelgard. Tales of his past are always on the tip of his tongue, but it's easier to speak of the dead than the living. He knows better the details of the specters that linger around him.
Edelgard seems so distant now.
And apparently has no memory of their time - so her teacher wouldn't know, either.] I'm sorry.
I feel as if perhaps that story is better left for another time. [There's nothing strategic to guarding this secret. It simply feels wrong to divulge Edelgard's past to someone else - even someone she's close with - before speaking to her of it.
i thrive on animosity
Edelgard seems so distant now.
And apparently has no memory of their time - so her teacher wouldn't know, either.] I'm sorry.
I feel as if perhaps that story is better left for another time. [There's nothing strategic to guarding this secret. It simply feels wrong to divulge Edelgard's past to someone else - even someone she's close with - before speaking to her of it.
Before trying to help her remember.]