[All right, then. If Hilda would rather not look away, then at least... he warned her. Holding his breath, Dimitri reaches out to touch one.
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It's early autumn in Faerghus, a chill just starting to take hold in the air. There are no armies in sight — only a small, dark-haired boy, clutching Dimitri's hand and dragging him along while he runs as fast as he can. A girl runs beside them, bright blonde hair neatly tied into double braids, her cheeks flushed with exertion.
Once a well enters their field of vision, the boy lets go and points insistently, eyes full of tears.
"He's in here!"
"It's not that big of a deal, Felix," a voice calls up from inside the well.
The girl marches forward as well, sticking her head over the edge. "Don't say that! He could have killed you, Sylvain!"
Apparently, this warrants a laugh from Sylvain, though it's nowhere near as convincing as the false laughs from his adulthood. It only makes Felix cry more.
Dimitri hurries forward too, tying a loop at the end of the rope they brought. The rope for the well's bucket had snapped when Felix tried to haul Sylvain up, worn by time and moisture and unable to lift an older child. He tosses it down, peeking over at Sylvain's too-pale face worriedly.
"We'll pull you up, okay? Just put your foot in that loop and hold on!"
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Dimitri exhales. That's not something he particularly wanted to show someone else (mostly for Sylvain's sake), but it wasn't as bad as it could have been.]
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It's early autumn in Faerghus, a chill just starting to take hold in the air. There are no armies in sight — only a small, dark-haired boy, clutching Dimitri's hand and dragging him along while he runs as fast as he can. A girl runs beside them, bright blonde hair neatly tied into double braids, her cheeks flushed with exertion.
Once a well enters their field of vision, the boy lets go and points insistently, eyes full of tears.
"He's in here!"
"It's not that big of a deal, Felix," a voice calls up from inside the well.
The girl marches forward as well, sticking her head over the edge. "Don't say that! He could have killed you, Sylvain!"
Apparently, this warrants a laugh from Sylvain, though it's nowhere near as convincing as the false laughs from his adulthood. It only makes Felix cry more.
Dimitri hurries forward too, tying a loop at the end of the rope they brought. The rope for the well's bucket had snapped when Felix tried to haul Sylvain up, worn by time and moisture and unable to lift an older child. He tosses it down, peeking over at Sylvain's too-pale face worriedly.
"We'll pull you up, okay? Just put your foot in that loop and hold on!"
--
Dimitri exhales. That's not something he particularly wanted to show someone else (mostly for Sylvain's sake), but it wasn't as bad as it could have been.]
Right. So... it shows memories, then.