Dimitri does not doubt the accusation, and in some way, it comforts him. He cannot forget his purpose, the grim task that overshadows all of his best intentions. Nothing, nothing can be done until his friends, his family, are laid to rest.
Should he fight with his last breath to that end, so be it.
With each word, Dimitri finds his focus faltering. He tries to take in Edelgard's accusation, her wild claims about Rhea's true identity and purpose.
But the ones hiding in the shadows. Those are the ones he needs to burn to ash-]
... I'll admit, it's difficult to understand. [He speaks slowly, distant.] What caused the Archbishop to start a war? [Dimitri's head throbs, as if his very flesh is growing impatient for answers. He has no deep love for Rhea, but neither does he suspect her of a great conspiracy.
His sights are somewhere darker - somewhere nestled in the Adrestian empire.]
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Dimitri does not doubt the accusation, and in some way, it comforts him. He cannot forget his purpose, the grim task that overshadows all of his best intentions. Nothing, nothing can be done until his friends, his family, are laid to rest.
Should he fight with his last breath to that end, so be it.
With each word, Dimitri finds his focus faltering. He tries to take in Edelgard's accusation, her wild claims about Rhea's true identity and purpose.
But the ones hiding in the shadows. Those are the ones he needs to burn to ash-]
... I'll admit, it's difficult to understand. [He speaks slowly, distant.] What caused the Archbishop to start a war? [Dimitri's head throbs, as if his very flesh is growing impatient for answers. He has no deep love for Rhea, but neither does he suspect her of a great conspiracy.
His sights are somewhere darker - somewhere nestled in the Adrestian empire.]