[she nods, once, but doesn't look up. when she does speak, her voice sounds suspiciously shaky - like she's fighting tears.]
It did. He - he took the time to try and convey something important to me, so I, I did not... say any of what I wanted to say, but...
I hope... it was able to give him strength, too. Knowing that we are not giving up [...] And I am glad anything I was able to do back then gave you strength. I... I do not feel like I have done much right by you since we first washed up on the island, Dimitri.
[ They have to make the best, practical use of their time, he knows, but it does sting to have to think that way. He wishes they could've had more time together—no one felt Yin Yu's loss like Flayn did.
Still... he's glad she survived, at least. He shakes his head immediately. ]
Please don't say such things. You saved me on the island, Flayn.
[ He says so, firm and defiant. If not for her and Mitsuri, if not for their forgiveness and kindness—he already feels so brittle some days, and their support is all that'd kept him pieced together. ]
I was so close to losing myself—I am not the sort of person who has the strength to shoulder these things alone. [ It's been hard finding that out for himself. But... it's a relief, too. After these weeks, he thinks he understands it. ] But I am not the only one with a weak heart. Most people do. In the face of that... we make promises and support one another. Those oaths—our oath—bolsters me where otherwise I would surely buckle.
[ He is so tired. So weak. How long ago would he have lost himself to his emotions, if people hadn't kept dragging him up? If he didn't have those that he could rely on, even if all he could ever give them back was his time? He feigns strength, but so much of the time he wishes he could just stay down—stop fighting, stop struggling, stop suffering.
But he can't, and we won't. He loves them, in his own way. And he wouldn't have been able to do that if he'd shuttered off his heart, if he couldn't bring himself to trust again.
It'd started with her. It expanded beyond that, yes, but... ]
So please... do not think that way, Flayn. Above all else here, I have always trusted you.
[ More than anything, he believes in her kindness. Yasusada's death doesn't change that. Nothing has made him question that faith, not since the day they arrived, unflagging and unflinching. To have someone to trust implicitly, someone he doesn't have to suspect for the worst—does she not realize how important that is? ]
It should be a comfort. He means it that way, she knows. He would never say something knowing that it would hurt her.
It's not his fault that she isn't trustworthy, and hasn't been in a very long time. That, in a few short days, she will prove to him that his trust in her was misplaced. It's hers, and she knows it, and she's already been dreading Thursday, but now it's just... worse.
Her shoulders shake. She doesn't look up at him. She can't bring herself to.]
I have always trusted you, too. More than anyone. [...it's true. She knows that Dimitri is the type of person to do whatever it takes to save others, even at risk of himself - and, disgustingly, she knows that's why things are going to happen the way they are.
If she didn't trust him, she wouldn't have chosen him. If he didn't trust her, choosing him would be disastrous.]
...I... Dimitri, listen. [She takes a breath and tries to steady herself, but doesn't look up.] Have you - have you noticed anything strange about your scrunchie, this week?
[ He doesn't really think anything nefarious of her reaction—there's nothing to see, because trust has always blinded him. That was his mistake with Giyuu. But at the same time... he'd tried to be warier this time, and it'd only held him back.
If trust is a risk, it's one he'll take, this time. ]
Is that so...? I—...thank you.
[ He doesn't think himself so trustworthy, but people seem to put faith in who he is, no matter what side of himself he shows. It's strange. But Flayn has seen him at his absolute worst and still believed the best in him.
For that, he's grateful.
But in any case, he shakes his head, looking a little puzzled. His scrunchie's on his wrist, so he'll go ahead and bring that up and take a look. ]
[She raises her head just enough to look at the ears on his scrunchie.
Pink. Curses. She'd been hoping--
To his eyes, hers look pink, as well. But--]
...something changed for me this week. The sequins here... [She taps a finger to the bunny ears on the scrunchie.] They appear to be gold. But... it seems that not everyone is able to see it, and I do not quite understand why.
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[she nods, once, but doesn't look up. when she does speak, her voice sounds suspiciously shaky - like she's fighting tears.]
It did. He - he took the time to try and convey something important to me, so I, I did not... say any of what I wanted to say, but...
I hope... it was able to give him strength, too. Knowing that we are not giving up [...] And I am glad anything I was able to do back then gave you strength. I... I do not feel like I have done much right by you since we first washed up on the island, Dimitri.
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Still... he's glad she survived, at least. He shakes his head immediately. ]
Please don't say such things. You saved me on the island, Flayn.
[ He says so, firm and defiant. If not for her and Mitsuri, if not for their forgiveness and kindness—he already feels so brittle some days, and their support is all that'd kept him pieced together. ]
I was so close to losing myself—I am not the sort of person who has the strength to shoulder these things alone. [ It's been hard finding that out for himself. But... it's a relief, too. After these weeks, he thinks he understands it. ] But I am not the only one with a weak heart. Most people do. In the face of that... we make promises and support one another. Those oaths—our oath—bolsters me where otherwise I would surely buckle.
[ He is so tired. So weak. How long ago would he have lost himself to his emotions, if people hadn't kept dragging him up? If he didn't have those that he could rely on, even if all he could ever give them back was his time? He feigns strength, but so much of the time he wishes he could just stay down—stop fighting, stop struggling, stop suffering.
But he can't, and we won't. He loves them, in his own way. And he wouldn't have been able to do that if he'd shuttered off his heart, if he couldn't bring himself to trust again.
It'd started with her. It expanded beyond that, yes, but... ]
So please... do not think that way, Flayn. Above all else here, I have always trusted you.
[ More than anything, he believes in her kindness. Yasusada's death doesn't change that. Nothing has made him question that faith, not since the day they arrived, unflagging and unflinching. To have someone to trust implicitly, someone he doesn't have to suspect for the worst—does she not realize how important that is? ]
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It should be a comfort. He means it that way, she knows. He would never say something knowing that it would hurt her.
It's not his fault that she isn't trustworthy, and hasn't been in a very long time. That, in a few short days, she will prove to him that his trust in her was misplaced. It's hers, and she knows it, and she's already been dreading Thursday, but now it's just... worse.
Her shoulders shake. She doesn't look up at him. She can't bring herself to.]
I have always trusted you, too. More than anyone. [...it's true. She knows that Dimitri is the type of person to do whatever it takes to save others, even at risk of himself - and, disgustingly, she knows that's why things are going to happen the way they are.
If she didn't trust him, she wouldn't have chosen him. If he didn't trust her, choosing him would be disastrous.]
...I... Dimitri, listen. [She takes a breath and tries to steady herself, but doesn't look up.] Have you - have you noticed anything strange about your scrunchie, this week?
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If trust is a risk, it's one he'll take, this time. ]
Is that so...? I—...thank you.
[ He doesn't think himself so trustworthy, but people seem to put faith in who he is, no matter what side of himself he shows. It's strange. But Flayn has seen him at his absolute worst and still believed the best in him.
For that, he's grateful.
But in any case, he shakes his head, looking a little puzzled. His scrunchie's on his wrist, so he'll go ahead and bring that up and take a look. ]
No. Should I have?
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Pink. Curses. She'd been hoping--
To his eyes, hers look pink, as well. But--]
...something changed for me this week. The sequins here... [She taps a finger to the bunny ears on the scrunchie.] They appear to be gold. But... it seems that not everyone is able to see it, and I do not quite understand why.