Dedue’s thumb rubs circles on the back of Dimitri’s hand. It’s all he can do to assure Dimitri that he’s real and here.

“I had guessed something like that might be the case,” he sighs. There’s no way Dimitri could’ve been contained by these bars unless something has been blocking out his Crest.

“Bastion...” he frowns. “They have always been kind. I hope they escape safely.”