[Dimitri is pretty sure a lot of people who were satisfied by him being just nice enough for them are now terribly disappointed by his existence - which he supposes, about time.]

[But...]

I can't change anything I did... but I'm here now.

[Just a quiet echo, with Dimitri's expression drifting off a little bit. After a moment, he shakes his head.]

...I will think about that. I... There is a lot to think on, here.

[What else can he do? Without his goal of revenge, without that accompanying rage, what else can he do but think?]