[Dimitri remains hidden around the corner as she emerges, unable to see her interacting with the memory. But he hears the fondness in her voice, and it fills him with a bittersweet longing. What if she did manage to remember his face, like he remembered hers? Would it all have played out differently? Would she have reached out to him for help with an open hand instead of a fist? As much as it hurts, he would like to think so.
Once he hears her walk back into the greenhouse, he quietly slips away.]
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Once he hears her walk back into the greenhouse, he quietly slips away.]