[This is her fault, really. Perhaps she could have played it off. Seteth probably would have managed it - but she has never been as good as him when it comes to masking how she feels.]
[ She's not a good liar. Neither is he, mostly. There is a pause. ]
Not yours, no.
[ Not all of it, anyway. It was already dishonorable of him to read so many profiles as it was—what business did he have, learning so many intimate details about so many strangers? But after the last game, he has to harden his heart. Trust less. Take more. Prepare himself for the worst, when all he's ever wanted was the kindest outcome.
But... there's only so much he can stomach. ]
Flayn... everyone has their secrets. Some are harmful. But I cannot believe that anything you keep to yourself is to hurt others. You are trying to protect yourself, are you not? So you can tell me when you're ready.
[ He'd just have to make himself someone worth trusting. ]
[It feels a little wrong to be relieved to hear that he didn't read hers.
If their situations were reversed, she knows her curiosity would keep her up at night. That it's simply because she wants to get to know him doesn't mean much - how can she be so glad that he's respecting her privacy, when she knows she would struggle to do so if it was the other way around?
There is a long pause, and then a click just before she eases the door open.]
...it is not that I do not wish to tell you, Dimitri.
[She trusts him. Truly, she does. If she were told, right at this moment, that Dimitri would decide whether she would live or die, she wouldn't be even the slightest bit afraid to let him have her life in his hands, because she knows he wouldn't harm her.
And yet...]
I am... not meant to tell anyone.
[But secrets have a way of getting out. Her kidnapping back at the monastery was proof of that.]
[ He's heard enough about her age and spotted a fragment of information before he could glance away, so that's... there. But it doesn't mean much on its own, mostly because he's not willing to read into it anyway. It should be enough to stoke his curiosity, but when she opens the door and they're face to face again, he just shakes his head, reassuring. ]
It's all right, Flayn.
[ He really doesn't need to know. Of course he'd like to know, but he rarely feels the need to pry. ]
Sometimes we have to trust each other without knowing everything. That's part of having faith in others. Whatever it is, I don't mind not knowing.
[ It goes without saying that he has his own secrets, too. Sometimes... it was better to hold those things close, no matter how close you are. He looks sympathetic—a little sad.. ]
Flayn can think of many people she knows who simply would not let it be, if they had heard even a fraction of the fraction that Dimitri had discovered. (In fact, she can think of one person in particular who would be an absolute nightmare.)
Not for the first time, she finds part of herself wishing that she had gotten to know him better in the monastery. What has she missed out on, by being a part of the Black Eagles class?]
It is hardly your fault - you do not need to apologize...
[He isn't the one who went and wrote her profile.]
What is most disturbing is the fact that anyone knew that to be able to put it on there in the first place. I cannot think of how...
[ He steps through the cabin, brows furrowed faintly as he takes over one of the strange, squishy bean bag chairs, motioning for her to take one as well, if she wants. May as well take their time and talk this out, if only to soothe Flayn's nerves. ]
It is strange how thorough these profiles are.
[ Not just for her, but for all of them. ]
While my secrets are less guarded than yours, they still saw too much of me for comfort. [ There's a great deal about Dimitri's life that's public knowledge, so he's never needed much privacy, but the notes had struck an oddly personal chord. It wasn't just textbook facts about his life, but about him as a person... How would they know any of these things? ] I suppose we should be on-guard, though I hate to assume the worst too early.
[Flayn nods, settling down in the other bean bag chair. She looks briefly surprised by how it feels - they don't have these back at the monastery.
But then, there are a lot of things here that they never had there.]
I have not read yours, and I shall not read it without your permission.
[Less guarded they may be, but they are still Dimitri's secrets and no one else's. If he's doing her the favor of not looking into hers, then the very least she can do is extend him the same courtesy. (Part of her wants to break into the enclosed bulletin board and pull them all down, but that isn't going to work.)]
...I would prefer not to assume the worst, but... I...
[She glances at the jail cell, seeming to notice it for the first time.]
...what is this building for?
[Why would there be a jail when they're supposed to be taking a break and waiting to go the rest of the way home? That is incredibly ominous.]
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...did you read them?
[This is her fault, really. Perhaps she could have played it off. Seteth probably would have managed it - but she has never been as good as him when it comes to masking how she feels.]
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Not yours, no.
[ Not all of it, anyway. It was already dishonorable of him to read so many profiles as it was—what business did he have, learning so many intimate details about so many strangers? But after the last game, he has to harden his heart. Trust less. Take more. Prepare himself for the worst, when all he's ever wanted was the kindest outcome.
But... there's only so much he can stomach. ]
Flayn... everyone has their secrets. Some are harmful. But I cannot believe that anything you keep to yourself is to hurt others. You are trying to protect yourself, are you not? So you can tell me when you're ready.
[ He'd just have to make himself someone worth trusting. ]
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If their situations were reversed, she knows her curiosity would keep her up at night. That it's simply because she wants to get to know him doesn't mean much - how can she be so glad that he's respecting her privacy, when she knows she would struggle to do so if it was the other way around?
There is a long pause, and then a click just before she eases the door open.]
...it is not that I do not wish to tell you, Dimitri.
[She trusts him. Truly, she does. If she were told, right at this moment, that Dimitri would decide whether she would live or die, she wouldn't be even the slightest bit afraid to let him have her life in his hands, because she knows he wouldn't harm her.
And yet...]
I am... not meant to tell anyone.
[But secrets have a way of getting out. Her kidnapping back at the monastery was proof of that.]
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It's all right, Flayn.
[ He really doesn't need to know. Of course he'd like to know, but he rarely feels the need to pry. ]
Sometimes we have to trust each other without knowing everything. That's part of having faith in others. Whatever it is, I don't mind not knowing.
[ It goes without saying that he has his own secrets, too. Sometimes... it was better to hold those things close, no matter how close you are. He looks sympathetic—a little sad.. ]
But I'm sorry it was revealed regardless.
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Flayn can think of many people she knows who simply would not let it be, if they had heard even a fraction of the fraction that Dimitri had discovered. (In fact, she can think of one person in particular who would be an absolute nightmare.)
Not for the first time, she finds part of herself wishing that she had gotten to know him better in the monastery. What has she missed out on, by being a part of the Black Eagles class?]
It is hardly your fault - you do not need to apologize...
[He isn't the one who went and wrote her profile.]
What is most disturbing is the fact that anyone knew that to be able to put it on there in the first place. I cannot think of how...
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It is strange how thorough these profiles are.
[ Not just for her, but for all of them. ]
While my secrets are less guarded than yours, they still saw too much of me for comfort. [ There's a great deal about Dimitri's life that's public knowledge, so he's never needed much privacy, but the notes had struck an oddly personal chord. It wasn't just textbook facts about his life, but about him as a person... How would they know any of these things? ] I suppose we should be on-guard, though I hate to assume the worst too early.
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But then, there are a lot of things here that they never had there.]
I have not read yours, and I shall not read it without your permission.
[Less guarded they may be, but they are still Dimitri's secrets and no one else's. If he's doing her the favor of not looking into hers, then the very least she can do is extend him the same courtesy. (Part of her wants to break into the enclosed bulletin board and pull them all down, but that isn't going to work.)]
...I would prefer not to assume the worst, but... I...
[She glances at the jail cell, seeming to notice it for the first time.]
...what is this building for?
[Why would there be a jail when they're supposed to be taking a break and waiting to go the rest of the way home? That is incredibly ominous.]