Nothing that Dedue says is truly surprising; Dimitri knows this in his heart of hearts. Their situation was not a kind one, although it was cruel in very different ways for the both of them. For Dimitri, he knows he never truly thought of love or romance for himself while the burning revenge of the dead still crackled against the back of his neck. For Dedue...
...There is nothing that Dimitri loathes more, almost, then how much his own country disappointed him, and he can only really leave it at that before saying anything else.
Still, perhaps a part of him had hoped that Dedue could think on such things. Wonder it, perhaps, although another little part of him is pleased to have such attention for himself. Hypocritical, he's sure, and unpleasant to linger on to boot.
Much easier is to laugh a bit, and Dimitri glances at him with warmth in his one good eye. "Oh, so you find me to be an unfaithful lover to you, Dedue?"
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...There is nothing that Dimitri loathes more, almost, then how much his own country disappointed him, and he can only really leave it at that before saying anything else.
Still, perhaps a part of him had hoped that Dedue could think on such things. Wonder it, perhaps, although another little part of him is pleased to have such attention for himself. Hypocritical, he's sure, and unpleasant to linger on to boot.
Much easier is to laugh a bit, and Dimitri glances at him with warmth in his one good eye. "Oh, so you find me to be an unfaithful lover to you, Dedue?"