[Clearly he's missing more than she is - news of his capital burnt at the archbishop's hand.... of a battle between Rhea and someone who could have been his teacher...
Hunched forward, Dimitri goes still.
Burned. They are burning-
He stands suddenly, wide eyes fixed on his hands. His terrible, monstrous hands. The strength that surges through them will tear apart anyone who stands in his way. Even if that someone is his teacher.
But she isn't. She's a nuisance.
The voice laces his ears with a chill deeper than the sound of anything living.
When he looks up, he wears fear, not rage. It fades quickly, replaced with the mask of a prince.] I cannot.
Not when I don't know the situation myself.
I would like to share our stories. To hear yours and to give you the answers you need...
Please. Understand my position. [Not that he knows himself where he stands, somewhere between asleep and waking.]
hell yeah
Hunched forward, Dimitri goes still.
Burned. They are burning-
He stands suddenly, wide eyes fixed on his hands. His terrible, monstrous hands. The strength that surges through them will tear apart anyone who stands in his way. Even if that someone is his teacher.
But she isn't. She's a nuisance.
The voice laces his ears with a chill deeper than the sound of anything living.
When he looks up, he wears fear, not rage. It fades quickly, replaced with the mask of a prince.] I cannot.
Not when I don't know the situation myself.
I would like to share our stories. To hear yours and to give you the answers you need...
Please. Understand my position. [Not that he knows himself where he stands, somewhere between asleep and waking.]
...does the Archbishop still live?