You... I lived? I mean, of course, I am alive, but I lived past the end of the war?

[This is actually a massive relief to hear. Dimitri runs a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath. So many people seem to think that he's dead that he'd started to wonder... but the relief is short-lived, replaced by confusion.]

You said before that you "let me die". That you put flowers on my grave. Do you not recall that?

[He cried. It was far too vivid to be something Dimitri's just imagining, and the pain of even just seeing it has it seared into his memory.]