[ He'd sooner die than show any glimpse that the Dimitri she remembers still lives. He's as much of a ghost to the man as the others that haunt him; a weak, spineless coward who couldn't do what it took when it mattered- He grits his teeth as his head throbs. ]
I'm not the Dimitri you know, [ he bites back, almost instinctually. He closes the distance between them and crosses his arms defensively. ] You wouldn't be the first kinsman I killed and I doubt you'd be the last. Even if indirectly, I will destroy you. Perhaps even in ways more painful than death.
[ For a moment, he looks- Dumbfounded, perhaps. That might be the best way to describe the way he simply stares at her declaration. Before long, the icy grip of apathy settles in again. He doesn't care. Not about her, about his friends, about anything- ]
Tch, [ he finally hisses, averting his gaze. She wins this round. Well. 'Win' might not be the best way to describe the outcome either. ]
You'll regret the decision or end up dead, like all the rest. [ And, maybe, him trying to shut her out is his way of saving himself from that inevitable pain. ]
[She doesn’t break from his gaze. To some extent, she understands why he’s like this. He’s lost so many things in the last few years, and it doesn’t look like life is going to be kind to him any time soon.]
[Which is why she’s not giving up. She’s going to get the Dimitri she knows back if it’s the last thing she does. She’s going to protect him if it’s the last thing she does.]
You’re wrong. I’m going to save you, if it’s the last thing I do.
[ It isn't. It never was. And to survive, he had to cut out all the weakest, pitiful parts of himself. He doesn't like the way her saying she's going to save him twists inside. There's a longing that's painful and unpleasant. A pleading that some pathetic bit of his past self clings to even now. He does his best to crush it immediately. ]
It will be. [ He knows it to be true. It will be, if she sticks around- It always ends the same. ]
Now, leave me. I do not wish to speak of this anymore. There are other, more important matters to attend to.
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I'm not the Dimitri you know, [ he bites back, almost instinctually. He closes the distance between them and crosses his arms defensively. ] You wouldn't be the first kinsman I killed and I doubt you'd be the last. Even if indirectly, I will destroy you. Perhaps even in ways more painful than death.
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[As aggressive as Dimitri is, Rose isn’t planning on backing down. She continues to hold his gaze, refusing to look away.]
If that’s the case, so be it. You were someone important to me, and I’m making the choice to stand beside you. Come what may.
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Tch, [ he finally hisses, averting his gaze. She wins this round. Well. 'Win' might not be the best way to describe the outcome either. ]
You'll regret the decision or end up dead, like all the rest. [ And, maybe, him trying to shut her out is his way of saving himself from that inevitable pain. ]
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[She doesn’t break from his gaze. To some extent, she understands why he’s like this. He’s lost so many things in the last few years, and it doesn’t look like life is going to be kind to him any time soon.]
[Which is why she’s not giving up. She’s going to get the Dimitri she knows back if it’s the last thing she does. She’s going to protect him if it’s the last thing she does.]
You’re wrong. I’m going to save you, if it’s the last thing I do.
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It will be. [ He knows it to be true. It will be, if she sticks around- It always ends the same. ]
Now, leave me. I do not wish to speak of this anymore. There are other, more important matters to attend to.