[Dimitri recalls the lightness that had risen in his chest when he spoke with his teacher. First, about simple camaraderie, and then about the depths of his loss. His cause that separated him from the others. Byleth had listened, and offered a warm hand-
Would this woman feel the same? Or would she be cold to the touch, not unlike a corpse?
He almost reaches out, almost thrusts himself out of the fog of his own mania, but he's held in place.
Always kept in the grip of others.
Only once she's left can he bring himself to speak. She is not his teacher, but she could have been.] Professor... what do I do?
good move ending the threat (i mean thread)
Would this woman feel the same? Or would she be cold to the touch, not unlike a corpse?
He almost reaches out, almost thrusts himself out of the fog of his own mania, but he's held in place.
Always kept in the grip of others.
Only once she's left can he bring himself to speak. She is not his teacher, but she could have been.] Professor... what do I do?