[Just like that, just hearing her name, is enough for Dimitri's hand to jerk slightly, spilling some tea over the rim and onto his hand. It's hot, but doesn't burn him. At least, Dimitri hardly notices if it burns him or not.]
[All he can focus on... is the dark twist of feelings inside of his chest, the bitterness in the back of his throat. Something he calls hatred.]
[Dimitri doesn't speak of it, however. All he does is gingerly place the teacup back down, and gently wipe at his hand.]
That is good to hear. But, even to hear that sort of thing... I suppose even Seteth would be opposed to such extreme measures against the church.
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[Just like that, just hearing her name, is enough for Dimitri's hand to jerk slightly, spilling some tea over the rim and onto his hand. It's hot, but doesn't burn him. At least, Dimitri hardly notices if it burns him or not.]
[All he can focus on... is the dark twist of feelings inside of his chest, the bitterness in the back of his throat. Something he calls hatred.]
[Dimitri doesn't speak of it, however. All he does is gingerly place the teacup back down, and gently wipe at his hand.]
That is good to hear. But, even to hear that sort of thing... I suppose even Seteth would be opposed to such extreme measures against the church.