[Dimitri's snarl warps his face, fury and fear and grief pulling at his heart until he feels it might just tear in two. It only darkens as Felix continues, the vicious mask of a wounded beast. He finds himself scooting away until his back is pressed up against the wall, Felix's tears yanking his emotions in yet another painful direction. Growling, he shoves Felix away, desperate to not have to listen to what he has to say. What sort of promise would it even be? To protect Dimitri? For Felix to truly become his shield?
"It is what he was born for."]
I never asked for that! [he snaps, fierce gaze turned on some point beyond Felix.]
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"It is what he was born for."]
I never asked for that! [he snaps, fierce gaze turned on some point beyond Felix.]