[Felix closes his eyes and bows his head, as Dimitri apologizes. Again and again. This time, he knows they're sincere. And he knows that almost anyone else, were they here, would berate him for doing this. Claude, Annette, Ashe, Rodrigue, Ingrid, maybe even Sylvain.

But Felix thinks that maybe he needed to hear this as much as Dimitri feels he needed to say it. Maybe he needed the reassurance that it isn't just the placid peace of this place, and it wasn't just another mask when he transformed again back in Fodlan--Dimitri really has come back to himself, he was always still in there, and Felix didn't waste a decade of his life hanging onto the flimsy thread of hope that refused to die.

He swallows and clears his throat before he responds, and even so, his voice comes out a bit rough.]

...I do. I love you. You know that.

[He knows Dimitri deserves more of an explanation than that, but how is he supposed to put ten years of grief and rage and love and despair into words?

He opens his eyes and with his free hand, he gently wipes the tears from Dimitri's cheeks.]

I wanted to hate you, for a long time. But I never could. Didn't you ever wonder why, despite all the cruel things I said, I couldn't just stay away from you? It was like you died, but you were still there, and I couldn't just mourn and move on. But I couldn't...I couldn't have my Dimitri back, either, and I didn't know if I ever could.

Now I know that I can. And you're making up for all those things you apologized for. One day at a time.