[As Felix moves around the room, Dimitri lies there quietly, eyes closed to let his lids rest. But he opens them every minute or two to find Felix, both relieved when he sees him and grieved by who isn't there with them. It should be Dedue there at the stove now, with Felix here beside him scolding him for pawing at his eye and making it get this bad in the first place. Sometimes, he sees Dedue there with Felix, his armor crushed and his body broken, staring resolutely at the door as if to tell him that he must survive. Endure, if only long enough to seek justice for all those who died at Duscur.
Even Dedue's ghost is gentle. He never howls at him like the others do.
Dimitri sits up when Felix returns, taking the bowl in hand. As he brings it to his face, he can't help but notice the absence of the spice blends Dedue favored. It makes his throat lock up too tight to actually eat, but he'll do his best to drink the broth before setting it aside. He downs the whole glass of water as well, all in silence.]
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Even Dedue's ghost is gentle. He never howls at him like the others do.
Dimitri sits up when Felix returns, taking the bowl in hand. As he brings it to his face, he can't help but notice the absence of the spice blends Dedue favored. It makes his throat lock up too tight to actually eat, but he'll do his best to drink the broth before setting it aside. He downs the whole glass of water as well, all in silence.]