[He really doesn't understand, does he? Dimitri does not begrudge Felix for it, but it saddens him nonetheless. Considering his words, he shifts his weight in his chair, lid lifting again while he thinks it over.]

I am not pretending. I know that nothing can ever wash away the blood that stains my hands. My sins are indelible. I have no doubt that I was every bit as rabid and monstrous in my own timeline as the Dimitri that you knew. Even then, though, I was never only a monster. I am both a man and a beast. What changed is that I have learned to accept that instead of cloaking myself in rage to shield me from everything else. And...

[His head lifts as well, gaze settling on Felix's face whether he chooses to look back at him or not.]

I have learned that the best way to honor those who died in my place is to live.