[When they were children, Sylvain had moments where he held Dimitri's troubles against him. Sure, he broke things, but his crest made him strong. His crest didn't hurt him. His father was proud of him, and he didn't take anyone's inheritance with it.

His life wasn't threatened because of it.

Now, though... Well, he can't help but hold on to some shards of that sentiment, but at the same time, just because Dimitri had been blind to his own suffering didn't mean his struggles were lessened. They were both harmed, in their own ways.

He couldn't begin to convey as much to him.]

I wouldn't want you to have to understand.

[That much is true enough. He can't help but be terribly jealous of those who don't understand what he's gone through, but at the same time, he wouldn't wish it on anyone. It's a complicated mess of emotions that he prefers to not examine too closely.]

I am fighting a war for Faerghus, right now. We're close to winning the war, though, thank the Goddess.

[Fighting for Dimitri, too, yes, but... he'd be fighting the war with or without his presence. He fought the war for five years while everyone believed Dimitri to be dead. He fought for Faerghus. He lived for Dimitri. He suffered, because he deserved to suffer. None of these overlapped.]