[Felix isn't sure what answer he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't that.
What a way to deflect. That isn't the true reason there, and it feels too flimsy despite Dimitri's posturing of giving it proper thought. Felix's grip tightens on the shaft of his weapon, scowl never leaving his face as he keeps the tip of the spear pointed at Dimitri.]
The hell are you--
[Then a realization hits him like a ton of bricks, far more damaging than any of Dimitri's unrestrained blows. As if Dimitri physically winded him with those words, considering how difficult it is to keep his weapon pointed at Dimitri once it clicks.
He lowers his weapon, face ashen as Dimitri's observation brings to mind what he was before... whatever this life is, really. Of course. He has not really made a business of changing the way he fights since he found himself in his younger self's body, hasn't he? Obviously, Dimitri would notice. Because it's Dimitri, and they've been sparring together since they were barely out of diapers. It's only natural that he'd pick up on Felix's additional years of experience, especially when he has not bothered hiding it.
In fact, is he even supposed to hide this? How is he even supposed to explain it? The words "I'm from the future," experimental as they are, seem to be lodged in his throat even with his disinclination to say such a ridiculous, however real, notion out loud.
Felix swallows, pressing a hand to his forehead as he looks away from Dimitri.]
The professor has been training me well.
[Not a lie, but not exactly the truth of it either.]
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What a way to deflect. That isn't the true reason there, and it feels too flimsy despite Dimitri's posturing of giving it proper thought. Felix's grip tightens on the shaft of his weapon, scowl never leaving his face as he keeps the tip of the spear pointed at Dimitri.]
The hell are you--
[Then a realization hits him like a ton of bricks, far more damaging than any of Dimitri's unrestrained blows. As if Dimitri physically winded him with those words, considering how difficult it is to keep his weapon pointed at Dimitri once it clicks.
He lowers his weapon, face ashen as Dimitri's observation brings to mind what he was before... whatever this life is, really. Of course. He has not really made a business of changing the way he fights since he found himself in his younger self's body, hasn't he? Obviously, Dimitri would notice. Because it's Dimitri, and they've been sparring together since they were barely out of diapers. It's only natural that he'd pick up on Felix's additional years of experience, especially when he has not bothered hiding it.
In fact, is he even supposed to hide this? How is he even supposed to explain it? The words "I'm from the future," experimental as they are, seem to be lodged in his throat even with his disinclination to say such a ridiculous, however real, notion out loud.
Felix swallows, pressing a hand to his forehead as he looks away from Dimitri.]
The professor has been training me well.
[Not a lie, but not exactly the truth of it either.]