[Felix had heard many stories about the Tragedy, of course. He grew up in them, lived the aftermath, and looked at his friend as he was consumed by that disaster on so many levels.
That said, nothing quite compared to seeing the actual thing.
It wasn't the gore itself that made Felix want to retch. He's far past that point, even for this kind of bloody massacre.
No, it was the familiar faces, most of them faded into memory, that have him wanting to heave, especially when they were wretched out of the back of his mind in that manner. As if tearing out a scab that had never properly healed over, the memory poked at that raw, exposed wound, merciless as it caused it to bleed once more.
Felix tore his eyes away from the sight, briefly closing his eyes as he took a deep breath to steel himself. What drew him out of his reverie is a sob, one coming from a face that's both familiar and not.
He already knew this place bended timelines to an ungodly extent, and that it was possible for way younger versions of themselves to be brought into it. But for a younger version of Dimitri to be around here...
...He never--nay, did not--want to consider the thought.
Felix closed the distance between them, forgoing words for the moment and letting a hand rest upon Dimitri's shoulder in what he hoped to be a reassuring move. Still, what's here is here, and it simply did not feel right to leave this younger Dimitri on his lonesome.
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That said, nothing quite compared to seeing the actual thing.
It wasn't the gore itself that made Felix want to retch. He's far past that point, even for this kind of bloody massacre.
No, it was the familiar faces, most of them faded into memory, that have him wanting to heave, especially when they were wretched out of the back of his mind in that manner. As if tearing out a scab that had never properly healed over, the memory poked at that raw, exposed wound, merciless as it caused it to bleed once more.
Felix tore his eyes away from the sight, briefly closing his eyes as he took a deep breath to steel himself. What drew him out of his reverie is a sob, one coming from a face that's both familiar and not.
He already knew this place bended timelines to an ungodly extent, and that it was possible for way younger versions of themselves to be brought into it. But for a younger version of Dimitri to be around here...
...He never--nay, did not--want to consider the thought.
Felix closed the distance between them, forgoing words for the moment and letting a hand rest upon Dimitri's shoulder in what he hoped to be a reassuring move. Still, what's here is here, and it simply did not feel right to leave this younger Dimitri on his lonesome.
Not after Felix had abandoned his own.]