Sometimes, all one can do is listen. It is a wretched position to be in, of course - helpless, only able to be a passive receptacle, unable to take some sort of direct action that could magically make things all better. Many cannot deal with it; Dimitri cannot blame such people for feeling that way. Sometimes it feels better to do something, anything, even if it ends up making the situation worse for the future.
Dimitri at least knows how to restrain himself on that matter, sometimes. Certainly he can do it now, as he holds Claude's hand tight and quietly nudges him along the rocky path. This is the most he can do in the present moment, as Claude explains and vents and despairs. The worst thing one can do, he's found, is keep themselves standing still. At least if they are moving... Well, perhaps this is simply his own understanding. Yet it has always felt to him that, so long as one is moving or doing something, then at least that helps the words come out easier.
It helps him listen, anyway, because the alternative is falling prey to the way his heart twists with every word. From anger? Sadness? He can't entirely be sure right now; those feelings so easily intermingle in his chest. They have for a long time.
"You didn't deserve any of the words which spilled forth from his mouth," Dimitri murmurs, when he is positive that Claude has finished. When there's only the sound of waves crashing against the rocks. "I want you to know that, Claude, my guiding star. You did not deserve the accusations, and you did not deserve the actions he committed alongside them."
No doubt Claude must know that those statements are true, mustn't he? Dimitri feels that has to be true, with how often his lover has guided him back on the right path. But he feels it needs to be said aloud regardless. Given physical form in the way of spoken word.
"I cannot claim to know what is going on in his mind." Dimitri always thought that Claude knew Jaskier better than him, but if even if he doesn't know... Best to not bring it up, he thinks. "Yet I know that for some people, even the smallest thing can end up made into something greater... especially if neglected through one's own ignorance. Perhaps that has what happened to him, and what made him lash out in such a way."
Dimitri, frankly, has no idea. This feels so twisted and strange that something has to be wrong here, and he doesn't know what it could be.
Perhaps it is biased of him to believe that the fault must surely lie with Jaskier. He knows he is a rather biased person, after all.
Not that it matters, he thinks. What matters more are Claude's feelings, and Dimitri pulls him close. "...I wish I could take away all the hurt he had given you, Claude. Yet all I can say is that the man I walk besides now is a man I would not change for the world." Not the core of him, at any rate. Changing him from a miserable person to a happier one does not count, Dimitri is fairly certain.
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Dimitri at least knows how to restrain himself on that matter, sometimes. Certainly he can do it now, as he holds Claude's hand tight and quietly nudges him along the rocky path. This is the most he can do in the present moment, as Claude explains and vents and despairs. The worst thing one can do, he's found, is keep themselves standing still. At least if they are moving... Well, perhaps this is simply his own understanding. Yet it has always felt to him that, so long as one is moving or doing something, then at least that helps the words come out easier.
It helps him listen, anyway, because the alternative is falling prey to the way his heart twists with every word. From anger? Sadness? He can't entirely be sure right now; those feelings so easily intermingle in his chest. They have for a long time.
"You didn't deserve any of the words which spilled forth from his mouth," Dimitri murmurs, when he is positive that Claude has finished. When there's only the sound of waves crashing against the rocks. "I want you to know that, Claude, my guiding star. You did not deserve the accusations, and you did not deserve the actions he committed alongside them."
No doubt Claude must know that those statements are true, mustn't he? Dimitri feels that has to be true, with how often his lover has guided him back on the right path. But he feels it needs to be said aloud regardless. Given physical form in the way of spoken word.
"I cannot claim to know what is going on in his mind." Dimitri always thought that Claude knew Jaskier better than him, but if even if he doesn't know... Best to not bring it up, he thinks. "Yet I know that for some people, even the smallest thing can end up made into something greater... especially if neglected through one's own ignorance. Perhaps that has what happened to him, and what made him lash out in such a way."
Dimitri, frankly, has no idea. This feels so twisted and strange that something has to be wrong here, and he doesn't know what it could be.
Perhaps it is biased of him to believe that the fault must surely lie with Jaskier. He knows he is a rather biased person, after all.
Not that it matters, he thinks. What matters more are Claude's feelings, and Dimitri pulls him close. "...I wish I could take away all the hurt he had given you, Claude. Yet all I can say is that the man I walk besides now is a man I would not change for the world." Not the core of him, at any rate. Changing him from a miserable person to a happier one does not count, Dimitri is fairly certain.