[Perhaps Dimitri accepts the discrepancy so easily because this is a dream, or perhaps he'll revisit it moments later, so very disoriented. However, his immediate reaction is to smile.

It reaches his eyes; it tugs at a part of him he hasn't felt in years.

The Dimitri who played games with El, who traded hopes and fears with his friend, died years ago, but sometimes Dimitri feels his ghost.]

I trust that you brought them to justice.

[He's comforted by the thought of Edelgard bringing her axe down to crush their sickening throats. Monsters will be brought to the end they deserve, no matter the circumstance.]

And, I am certain a considerable amount has happened in the five years between us. I won't bore you by asking for the entire story, but...

Have we gone on to rule over a peaceful era? [He can hardly bear to ask - the glimmer of happiness has vanished. What a foolish question, when he has little regard for whether he inherits the throne or not.

But this is a dream, so he allows himself to entertain the fantasy where he has his revenge and ascends to rule and fix the wounds carved into Duscur and Fodlan alike.]