[Control is a means to an end - Dimitri believes in hidden madness, in revised histories, and in ancient magic. He does not believe in an Archbishop who would see the world burn.
Rhea or Seiros. Dragon or divine. To Dimitri, she sounds human.
And he refuses to pass judgement until he knows more. Until he's able to look into the matter himself. As king, he could speak with her, but barring that, surely there would be another way-
His hands dart to either side of his lap, snapping around the bench. Cracking the edge. Dimitri looks at her now, and for the first time in this story, he truly cannot understand.]
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Rhea or Seiros. Dragon or divine. To Dimitri, she sounds human.
And he refuses to pass judgement until he knows more. Until he's able to look into the matter himself. As king, he could speak with her, but barring that, surely there would be another way-
His hands dart to either side of his lap, snapping around the bench. Cracking the edge. Dimitri looks at her now, and for the first time in this story, he truly cannot understand.]
Why!?