[Dimitri's dragon catholic guilt doesn't know how to handle this kind of thing, honestly. A strange noise forms in the back of his throat, unsure on if it's allowed to be a laugh or maybe horrified.]
Professor... I do not think that is how it works.
[Prob...ably]
[Although... He left it alone, when Byleth first told him of his peculiar circumstances, but now that some time has passed... Dimitri hesitates, rubbing his fingers against the porcelain of his cup.]
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Professor... I do not think that is how it works.
[Prob...ably]
[Although... He left it alone, when Byleth first told him of his peculiar circumstances, but now that some time has passed... Dimitri hesitates, rubbing his fingers against the porcelain of his cup.]
...Why did Sothis... make our world as it was?