[ this game really putting in the fucking work to make three look bad, huh
in any case, he's never had a great relationship with ogata, but they did straight-up kill him. for that, he can't forget him. ]
...Brother.
[ does he deserve to call him that? he says it anyway, gently gripping his arm. there's support there, and concern, and grief and no small amount of fear. for anaido, mostly. ]
Would you prefer to talk about something else?
[ whether he needs to get this off his chest, or just wants a distraction, dimitri's happy to provide. ]
[Well, something else? He supposes, yes, it would be nice, but...what? There's certainly awkwardness on the surface, but underneath is sorrow, and anxiety, and an undercurrent of, well, agony. He's in agony. And it seems like a constant thing, by the way it simmers without much movement.]
I suppose? I...I don't know what to talk about, though. [A beat.] Tell me about you a little more. What's your world like? I don't think I really asked.
[ at that, there's another swirl of concern, a sort of soft-hearted comfort that he extends with a slight squeeze. dimitri feels a lot all of the time, guilt and anger braced beneath it all, but more than anything he has compassion in spades.
—but, well, he's awkward too, when it comes to talking about himself. ]
It's difficult to think of something out of nothing, but... [ hmmm. ] Well... people seem to imply it's less 'modern' than what most of you know. I am most familiar with my homeland, the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus—it is... struggling nowadays, and many people find it too frigid to enjoy, but I hope to improve it however I can. [ the snow here now is pretty mild in comparison. ] Still, our way of living is honest and chivalrous. And the way the moonlight hits our forests and mountains after the first frost—moments like that still hold a certain loveliness to me. I love it as much as one can love anything.
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[So many people...and so few left.]
I like the number three. [He kind of looks like he's about to cry?] But...not like this.
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in any case, he's never had a great relationship with ogata, but they did straight-up kill him. for that, he can't forget him. ]
...Brother.
[ does he deserve to call him that? he says it anyway, gently gripping his arm. there's support there, and concern, and grief and no small amount of fear. for anaido, mostly. ]
Would you prefer to talk about something else?
[ whether he needs to get this off his chest, or just wants a distraction, dimitri's happy to provide. ]
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[Well, something else? He supposes, yes, it would be nice, but...what? There's certainly awkwardness on the surface, but underneath is sorrow, and anxiety, and an undercurrent of, well, agony. He's in agony. And it seems like a constant thing, by the way it simmers without much movement.]
I suppose? I...I don't know what to talk about, though. [A beat.] Tell me about you a little more. What's your world like? I don't think I really asked.
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—but, well, he's awkward too, when it comes to talking about himself. ]
It's difficult to think of something out of nothing, but... [ hmmm. ] Well... people seem to imply it's less 'modern' than what most of you know. I am most familiar with my homeland, the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus—it is... struggling nowadays, and many people find it too frigid to enjoy, but I hope to improve it however I can. [ the snow here now is pretty mild in comparison. ] Still, our way of living is honest and chivalrous. And the way the moonlight hits our forests and mountains after the first frost—moments like that still hold a certain loveliness to me. I love it as much as one can love anything.