[How could Dimitri say such things with such certainty? Felix wants to ask him, desperately so, but all that comes out of his mouth is a sob as he leans against Dimitri's shoulder. His tears drip sideways as he continues to cast his gaze across the dim, watery expanse before them, willing the heaviness in his chest to abate.
It doesn't, but his throat feels less tight now, allowing him to croak out a few words:]
I... can't help it.
[A sniffle, then a swallow.]
I still... refused to see... certain things...
[ ...that were right in front of me.
And still do, given how difficult it is for him to try and meet Dimitri's eye then.]
No words... can erase that regret of mine.
[So wrapped up was he in hating the beast that had taken root in Dimitri that he took for-granted everything else. Dimitri's attempts to overcome it. The olive branches extended in Felix's direction. Dimitri's own suffering...
...Until it's too late, and everything hangs in a precarious balance in this warped reality of the monastery they came to know.]
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It doesn't, but his throat feels less tight now, allowing him to croak out a few words:]
I... can't help it.
[A sniffle, then a swallow.]
I still... refused to see... certain things...
[ ...that were right in front of me.
And still do, given how difficult it is for him to try and meet Dimitri's eye then.]
No words... can erase that regret of mine.
[So wrapped up was he in hating the beast that had taken root in Dimitri that he took for-granted everything else. Dimitri's attempts to overcome it. The olive branches extended in Felix's direction. Dimitri's own suffering...
...Until it's too late, and everything hangs in a precarious balance in this warped reality of the monastery they came to know.]