The fury fizzles like a doused lantern. Dimitri’s posture crumples. He buries his face in his hands, and drags them back through his hair.
"I had to uphold those morals. To be the exemplar. To embody all that Faerghus is. But I've seen where they lead. I saw what they wrought in Duscur." He looks like he might drop his head onto the table. He doesn't, but it's only the frame of his bones holding him upright. "Would killing you help? Would it bring back those you killed? Rescue those you sold back into captivity? Liz Malloy deserved to die. I don't think Erin Peters does."
A soft, hysterical giggle cracks his composure.
"What right have I to judge you? You're not the only one hiding an identity."
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Date: 2022-11-18 10:36 am (UTC)"I had to uphold those morals. To be the exemplar. To embody all that Faerghus is. But I've seen where they lead. I saw what they wrought in Duscur." He looks like he might drop his head onto the table. He doesn't, but it's only the frame of his bones holding him upright. "Would killing you help? Would it bring back those you killed? Rescue those you sold back into captivity? Liz Malloy deserved to die. I don't think Erin Peters does."
A soft, hysterical giggle cracks his composure.
"What right have I to judge you? You're not the only one hiding an identity."