Dimitri's eyes fly wilder, as if he may lash out at Sylvain himself for suggesting they brush this situation off. As if there's anything that can be done about wounds carved deep into memory.
He takes a step through Miklan, stopping when the sound of metal pulled from sheath echoes in the small chamber. Wheeling around, Dimitri expects Miklan to be thrusting a dagger into his brother - instead Sylvain pries himself free.
Only to be beaten into the ground. Again, and again, suffering silently.
It makes Dimitri sick.
He continues his march to Sylvain, and clamps both hands on his shoulder. It'd be painful, were his crest still coursing through his blood.] What...?
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Dimitri's eyes fly wilder, as if he may lash out at Sylvain himself for suggesting they brush this situation off. As if there's anything that can be done about wounds carved deep into memory.
He takes a step through Miklan, stopping when the sound of metal pulled from sheath echoes in the small chamber. Wheeling around, Dimitri expects Miklan to be thrusting a dagger into his brother - instead Sylvain pries himself free.
Only to be beaten into the ground. Again, and again, suffering silently.
It makes Dimitri sick.
He continues his march to Sylvain, and clamps both hands on his shoulder. It'd be painful, were his crest still coursing through his blood.] What...?
What-
What possessed you-
to keep this to yourself!?