[Felix never really gave much thought to how or where he would meet his last. Given the rate he was going, a battlefield was the likeliest place, and he'd honestly have it no other way considering the alternative has been long closed to him, mostly of his own volition.
After all, there's no purpose to a shield that outlasts the one it's supposed to protect.
Though far too soon, the burning town of Remire was a battlefield all the same, and... maybe not too bad a place to go. Careless as his last moments were, it's a fitting place for a masterless swordsman like him to meet his end.
A forgettable place with regretful circumstances.
So when he awakens to a familiar pillow under his head, it takes him a moment to place that, no, this isn't some sort of cursed afterlife. There's only the latter part of that word, "life" or perhaps "living." Still cursed in some respects, especially when it's accompanied by the heavy weight of bandages and a deep wound that hasn't fully healed just yet.
More surprising though, is the hand clasping his, and its owner sleeping right by his bedside. Felix blinks--once, then twice, just to make sure his eyes aren't fooling him the way they seem to do so a lot nowadays.]
Dimitri...? [Felix whispers, a weak rasp foreign to his ears. He'll take a moment to realize the name he just spoke, at any rate.]
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After all, there's no purpose to a shield that outlasts the one it's supposed to protect.
Though far too soon, the burning town of Remire was a battlefield all the same, and... maybe not too bad a place to go. Careless as his last moments were, it's a fitting place for a masterless swordsman like him to meet his end.
A forgettable place with regretful circumstances.
So when he awakens to a familiar pillow under his head, it takes him a moment to place that, no, this isn't some sort of cursed afterlife. There's only the latter part of that word, "life" or perhaps "living." Still cursed in some respects, especially when it's accompanied by the heavy weight of bandages and a deep wound that hasn't fully healed just yet.
More surprising though, is the hand clasping his, and its owner sleeping right by his bedside. Felix blinks--once, then twice, just to make sure his eyes aren't fooling him the way they seem to do so a lot nowadays.]
Dimitri...? [Felix whispers, a weak rasp foreign to his ears. He'll take a moment to realize the name he just spoke, at any rate.]