"Your feed?" Dimitri asks, curious. " ... It sounds incredible. I wish I could meet it." Dimitri's voice turns warm, wistful. Talking to SecUnit is nice; he doesn't have to puppet his mouth into a smile. He can't, right now. He just -- can't.
He could talk about anyone. His friends. His classmates. His professors. The few people he'd been able to trust back at home in Fhirdiad. But there's really only one answer to SecUnit's question; one person out of all of them whose absence is a raw and freshly-bleeding hole in his heart.
"The person this quilt belonged to. Belongs. The one who made these repairs. His name is Dedue. He's my -- my -- " fuck it, it's not like it matters, like it ever will matter if the Goddess has any mercy at all -- "my closest friend. The closest thing to family I have. We survived something terrible together, and ... for a long time he was the only person I could trust.
"You'd like him, I think. He's quiet. Shy. Gifted with his hands. A skilled gardener, and a talented cook. Slow to trust, with good reason, but unfathomably caring to those who earn it. The gentlest soul I've ever known. And strong -- stronger than anyone should ever have to be. Someone I'm proud to know ... to have known. Even if ... "
Dimitri hunches in on himself, tugging the quilt closer around his shoulders.
" ... there are things I wish I could tell him. Questions I'll never get to ask, let alone have answers to."
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He could talk about anyone. His friends. His classmates. His professors. The few people he'd been able to trust back at home in Fhirdiad. But there's really only one answer to SecUnit's question; one person out of all of them whose absence is a raw and freshly-bleeding hole in his heart.
"The person this quilt belonged to. Belongs. The one who made these repairs. His name is Dedue. He's my -- my -- " fuck it, it's not like it matters, like it ever will matter if the Goddess has any mercy at all -- "my closest friend. The closest thing to family I have. We survived something terrible together, and ... for a long time he was the only person I could trust.
"You'd like him, I think. He's quiet. Shy. Gifted with his hands. A skilled gardener, and a talented cook. Slow to trust, with good reason, but unfathomably caring to those who earn it. The gentlest soul I've ever known. And strong -- stronger than anyone should ever have to be. Someone I'm proud to know ... to have known. Even if ... "
Dimitri hunches in on himself, tugging the quilt closer around his shoulders.
" ... there are things I wish I could tell him. Questions I'll never get to ask, let alone have answers to."