[ It's only when Dimitri's voice finally meets the air that Byleth realizes, given where they are, the question was perhaps a cruel one. Will you wait for me. As if finding Dimitri here wasn't an answer in and of itself. As if it wasn't a sign that, in all this time, Dimitri hadn't forgotten him. Hadn't been waiting for him. The thought felt too strange, too divorced from his reality to contemplate before now. After all, before he'd come to the monastery the concept of someone missing him in such a way never so much as grazed his periphery. Nor was he consciously aware such feelings could exist between two people.
His world had been too small for too long. Even now that it's expanded, and even after he's learned what it means to feel someone's absence so keenly, it seems like he's having trouble with such basic concepts.
Rather than leaving, Byleth remains where he is, one knee still awkwardly touching the rubble as he tries to redirect his thoughts. Somewhere along the way, a hand finds its way to his mouth, curling there as he contemplates. Seconds pass, then he shakes his head slowly. ]
No, I'm sorry. That was unkind of me. [ Remorse bleeds into his tone. No matter what his reasons may have been, he shouldn't have asked. And any explanation he could give now feels too much like an excuse to his mind. ] You shouldn't have to wait on me again. Not here.
[ Not even for this. Admittedly, he's still wary of forcing Dimitri to move with those injuries, but it isn't as if Dimitri planned on staying here overnight anyway. ...
He shakes even that thought from his mind. Then, he rises to his feet to reach his hand out to help the blond up. ] Come back with me instead.
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His world had been too small for too long. Even now that it's expanded, and even after he's learned what it means to feel someone's absence so keenly, it seems like he's having trouble with such basic concepts.
Rather than leaving, Byleth remains where he is, one knee still awkwardly touching the rubble as he tries to redirect his thoughts. Somewhere along the way, a hand finds its way to his mouth, curling there as he contemplates. Seconds pass, then he shakes his head slowly. ]
No, I'm sorry. That was unkind of me. [ Remorse bleeds into his tone. No matter what his reasons may have been, he shouldn't have asked. And any explanation he could give now feels too much like an excuse to his mind. ] You shouldn't have to wait on me again. Not here.
[ Not even for this. Admittedly, he's still wary of forcing Dimitri to move with those injuries, but it isn't as if Dimitri planned on staying here overnight anyway. ...
He shakes even that thought from his mind. Then, he rises to his feet to reach his hand out to help the blond up. ] Come back with me instead.