[Felix blinks. One thing he still can't get used to is all this...generosity. First lunch, then the blue lion, now this? Are these supposed to be peace offerings or something? It reminds him of what Mercedes often does, giving him things and doing things for him that he never asked for. Does Dimitri pity him?
But again he's struck with a sudden memory: every time he went to Fhirdiad as a child to visit Dimitri (well, to visit the king, but that's not how it felt to Felix) they would exchange gifts. Little things, nothing extravagant, just...something they could hold onto in between visits and write each other letters about and such. Whenever these memories plagued him before, they hurt, knowing he'd never see that Dimitri again, that he was effectively dead and gone. But now?
...he resolves to find something for Dimitri tomorrow.]
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But again he's struck with a sudden memory: every time he went to Fhirdiad as a child to visit Dimitri (well, to visit the king, but that's not how it felt to Felix) they would exchange gifts. Little things, nothing extravagant, just...something they could hold onto in between visits and write each other letters about and such. Whenever these memories plagued him before, they hurt, knowing he'd never see that Dimitri again, that he was effectively dead and gone. But now?
...he resolves to find something for Dimitri tomorrow.]
I...appreciate it. Good night, Dimitri.