[Shaking off the others from her camp who apparently doubt her ability to stay alive is easier said than done, but Flayn manages it eventually. Since he's on his way back to the camps from the lighthouse, they come across each other on the dirt path.]
Dimitri! There you are...
[She probably doesn't really need to tell him how worried she was when he left so abruptly. It's written all over her face already.
Relief at seeing him safe (if not entirely sound, given... dead bodies...) is written there too, though.]
[ The only stroke of luck today is that he'd seen Flayn when he woke up; even if she wasn't part of the list of the dead, he could confirm with his own two eyes that she was well, and it's good to see her now for much the same reason.
His expression stays grim, though. ]
Flayn... were you looking for me?
[ There's just been a whole load of people killed and she's still running around. He wonders if this is what Dedue has to live through literally all the time. ]
[It's a simple enough answer. She was indeed looking for him - it's why she's outside of her camp.]
Before you take it upon yourself to lecture me, you should know that the others from my camp have already done so. But I had to see for myself that you were all right after you left so quickly.
[A lecture changes nothing. She can't sit idly by while people are putting themselves at risk, even if it means taking a few risks herself.]
If that is the case, then you must be cautious as well.
[In other words: take her with you next time, Dimitri! She doesn't say that quite so bluntly, but she's definitely thinking it, and she will say it later if she thinks it will help her get her point across.]
I had also hoped that it would not come to this... but now that it has, I cannot stand idly by. I feel sure that you cannot, either.
...and you did tell me not to let you out of my sight, did you not?
[that was in the context of fetching a corpse out of the ocean, flayn.]
[Honestly, Flayn isn't expecting to be up at the top of the waterfall. She's come up here in search of some peace and quiet, carrying the flowers he'd asked her to hold onto, and is very surprised to see that he's up there before she arrives.
[ He's here, standing by the edge, looking out over where the water turns downward, towards the rocks. It's serene in a haunting sort of way, considering all that's happened. ]
Hello, Flayn. [ His gaze dips to the flowers in her hands. ] Did you come to mourn? I can leave, if you'd prefer to be alone.
[The opposite, really. Being alone is a little scary. But sitting idly by and just trying to sleep after the trial is equally scary, so she's settling for trying to keep herself occupied and make herself useful, instead.]
I thought that... perhaps it might be nice to create some kind of memorial for those we have lost. But I am not settled on a location yet.
[She smiles back at him, then moves to look out over the edge of the waterfall.
...it is a long way down. But the view up here is beautiful, too, in its own way. Flayn wonders if Marie thought the same thing before she went tumbling down over the side.]
I also considered the tree on that smaller island close to the camp near the cavern. But... that tree is a little bit spooky. I am not sure it quite fits.
[Wherever dimiri happens to be that morning... it's breakfast time.
Flayn, carrying another sharp stick - this time with not one but two fish speared onto it! - has now moved on from hunting seafood to hunting her classmate. Which is to say, she's very determinedly trying to track him down. When she does finally come across him, she sounds a little out of breath when she speaks - but that's probably not too strange, is it? She's evidently been running around the island.]
Dimitri! Could I request your assistance with something...?
[ Two whole fish!! Dimitri, while busy trying to run himself into the ground with the overbearing weight of their deathly deadline, looks a bit surprised. She's really proven herself to be quite the fierce huntress here.
More importantly: he's always happy to help. He looks over her with concern. What could be so important that she'd come running, literally? ]
[Oh, good, there he is. She smiles, and sinks down onto a conveniently-placed large rock to sit before gesturing vaguely at the two fish on her stick.]
I would like to cook these, but I am having some trouble starting a fire. If you did me the favor of starting one, would you let me do you the favor of cooking for you?
[She has definitely been able to start a fire before, this is just her way of bullying him into having breakfast with her.]
[ The hard set of his shoulders loosens a little—so, it's no danger. He hadn't even realized just how tense he was until now, the bags under his eyes dark enough to be apparent. ]
Flayn...
[ He's about to say no, a short pause drawing out in silence, but eventually he nods. He's not going to just let her go hungry or anything, even if this does feel like a Ploy. ]
Very well. Help me gather some kindling. [ ... ] I'm sure someone at your camp could have helped you with this as well, you know.
[ They both know this already, he just wants her to admit!! Why she's here!!! ]
That afternoon, as Dimitri is combing the island for C-3PO, he will hear the sound of retching coming from up ahead as he's near the river, close to the entrance to waterfall camp.
He'll see Flayn a few moments later, crouched at the riverside.]
[She looks up at him briefly, but then shudders and leans back over the riverside again, trembling as she loses her ... I guess breakfast at this point.]
[ It's fine it's fine, he's seen worse. Which is why he doesn't even flinch at the sight of her puking into the mud and shallows.
Instead, he gathers up her hair from her face. He's clumsy, but grateful for once that his strength has faded, so he doesn't have to worry as he holds the strands neatly behind her back. ]
There's no shame in that.
[ Death hangs in the air, oppressive. He's seen grown men suffer the same from less. ]
She shudders, wrapping her arms around herself as if she can stop all this by doing so. Flayn is able to take a few shallow breaths, but she makes a face a moment later. She just feels really icky right now.]
By now, I should...
[Her voice trails off, and she chuckles weakly.]
...what I would not give for one of Professor Manuela's concoctions right about now.
[Wherever Dimitri happens to be that night, Flayn imagines that he won't be sleeping.
She realizes, as the sun begins to set, that nighttime is when the ghosts have come out thus far. And while she can't remember encountering any just after last week's trial, she thinks that perhaps her own specter appearing just after Dimitri has been named executioner would be a bad idea.
So she runs.
(If he spots an apparition fleeing from the beach after the vote, once the sun has fully set, it might not be just a trick of the eye.)
It is only later that she shows herself. Wherever she happens to find him, she approaches carefully - and finds that she doesn't know what to say to him.
...or what to try to say. If their experiences thus far hold true, he won't understand her, even if she speaks. She looks incredibly uncertain, her see-through brow creasing as she struggles to come up with something. Eventually, she just looks down at her feet.
[ Flayn is correct: he's not sleeping a wink. He's had trouble with it since the trials began, but tonight he's up willfully in a last-ditch effort to find some answers, some loophole they might be able to wriggle through. A name he can point his blade at. Some desperate, last-minute fulfillment of what are likely C-3PO's last wishes.
What he finds instead is a ghost; he looks up from where he's crouched down, looking over the ruins for what feels like the hundredth time.
And though he's seen many ghosts so far, her silhouette has him inhaling sharply.
He doesn't mistake that she's alive, even for a moment, but his hand still twitches upward, as though to test if she's really there. ]
Slowly, she starts to reach out for his hand, but then thinks better of it. Even if she does reach out for him, she's incorporeal. It would only be a stark reminder of the fact that he is alive, and she is not.
Flayn walks towards him, then kneels down next to him.
She tries to smile, but it really doesn't come out quite right.]
[ She might not smile, but even in death, Flayn is more gracious than most ghosts. Nothing like his father, or his father's soldiers, and all their anguished gnashing in his ears.
She is quiet, and her soul is so kind. But it doesn't change the fact that she's still here—still a fettered spirit, unable to find true rest. ]
I am so sorry.
[ For all his fury today, his voice is exhausted now, raw and open in its sorrow. ]
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Dimitri! There you are...
[She probably doesn't really need to tell him how worried she was when he left so abruptly. It's written all over her face already.
Relief at seeing him safe (if not entirely sound, given... dead bodies...) is written there too, though.]
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His expression stays grim, though. ]
Flayn... were you looking for me?
[ There's just been a whole load of people killed and she's still running around. He wonders if this is what Dedue has to live through literally all the time. ]
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[It's a simple enough answer. She was indeed looking for him - it's why she's outside of her camp.]
Before you take it upon yourself to lecture me, you should know that the others from my camp have already done so. But I had to see for myself that you were all right after you left so quickly.
[A lecture changes nothing. She can't sit idly by while people are putting themselves at risk, even if it means taking a few risks herself.]
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I understand how you feel, truly. [ hadn't he bolted off on his own? whatever. ] But there is a killer on this island now, and you must be cautious.
[ It hurts somewhat to admit as much aloud, though. His severe expression softens slightly. ]
Though I had hoped it wouldn't come to this.
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[In other words: take her with you next time, Dimitri! She doesn't say that quite so bluntly, but she's definitely thinking it, and she will say it later if she thinks it will help her get her point across.]
I had also hoped that it would not come to this... but now that it has, I cannot stand idly by. I feel sure that you cannot, either.
...and you did tell me not to let you out of my sight, did you not?
[that was in the context of fetching a corpse out of the ocean, flayn.]
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She comes to an abrupt stop, then speaks up.]
Dimitri—?
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Hello, Flayn. [ His gaze dips to the flowers in her hands. ] Did you come to mourn? I can leave, if you'd prefer to be alone.
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[The opposite, really. Being alone is a little scary. But sitting idly by and just trying to sleep after the trial is equally scary, so she's settling for trying to keep herself occupied and make herself useful, instead.]
I thought that... perhaps it might be nice to create some kind of memorial for those we have lost. But I am not settled on a location yet.
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It is a sweet sentiment.
[ He offers her a smile, drained but still more genuine than anything he's had today. ]
Where have you considered, so far?
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...it is a long way down. But the view up here is beautiful, too, in its own way. Flayn wonders if Marie thought the same thing before she went tumbling down over the side.]
I also considered the tree on that smaller island close to the camp near the cavern. But... that tree is a little bit spooky. I am not sure it quite fits.
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Flayn, carrying another sharp stick - this time with not one but two fish speared onto it! - has now moved on from hunting seafood to hunting her classmate. Which is to say, she's very determinedly trying to track him down. When she does finally come across him, she sounds a little out of breath when she speaks - but that's probably not too strange, is it? She's evidently been running around the island.]
Dimitri! Could I request your assistance with something...?
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More importantly: he's always happy to help. He looks over her with concern. What could be so important that she'd come running, literally? ]
Of course. What is the matter?
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I would like to cook these, but I am having some trouble starting a fire. If you did me the favor of starting one, would you let me do you the favor of cooking for you?
[She has definitely been able to start a fire before, this is just her way of bullying him into having breakfast with her.]
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Flayn...
[ He's about to say no, a short pause drawing out in silence, but eventually he nods. He's not going to just let her go hungry or anything, even if this does feel like a Ploy. ]
Very well. Help me gather some kindling. [ ... ] I'm sure someone at your camp could have helped you with this as well, you know.
[ They both know this already, he just wants her to admit!! Why she's here!!! ]
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...well... yes, they could have, but I preferred to break my fast with you, Dimitri.
[...whatever, she'll admit it! It's fine. Everything is fine.
She hasn't gotten up from her rock yet, but she has leaned down to gather some of the sticks and twigs at her feet. They... might help for kindling.]
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w2, post-death announcement
That afternoon, as Dimitri is combing the island for C-3PO, he will hear the sound of retching coming from up ahead as he's near the river, close to the entrance to waterfall camp.
He'll see Flayn a few moments later, crouched at the riverside.]
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He really ought to keep searching, no matter how fruitless. But Dimitri is far from heartless, and he knows the sound well enough.
Which is why he can guess why she's sick as well, his voice sympathetic and soft when he kneels beside her. ] Flayn... are you all right?
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Dimitri—
[She looks up at him briefly, but then shudders and leans back over the riverside again, trembling as she loses her ... I guess breakfast at this point.]
...I do not have the stomach for this, I fear.
[Her voice is tiny.]
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Instead, he gathers up her hair from her face. He's clumsy, but grateful for once that his strength has faded, so he doesn't have to worry as he holds the strands neatly behind her back. ]
There's no shame in that.
[ Death hangs in the air, oppressive. He's seen grown men suffer the same from less. ]
No one should have the stomach for this.
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She shudders, wrapping her arms around herself as if she can stop all this by doing so. Flayn is able to take a few shallow breaths, but she makes a face a moment later. She just feels really icky right now.]
By now, I should...
[Her voice trails off, and she chuckles weakly.]
...what I would not give for one of Professor Manuela's concoctions right about now.
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She realizes, as the sun begins to set, that nighttime is when the ghosts have come out thus far. And while she can't remember encountering any just after last week's trial, she thinks that perhaps her own specter appearing just after Dimitri has been named executioner would be a bad idea.
So she runs.
(If he spots an apparition fleeing from the beach after the vote, once the sun has fully set, it might not be just a trick of the eye.)
It is only later that she shows herself. Wherever she happens to find him, she approaches carefully - and finds that she doesn't know what to say to him.
...or what to try to say. If their experiences thus far hold true, he won't understand her, even if she speaks. She looks incredibly uncertain, her see-through brow creasing as she struggles to come up with something. Eventually, she just looks down at her feet.
This is harder than she had thought it would be.]
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What he finds instead is a ghost; he looks up from where he's crouched down, looking over the ruins for what feels like the hundredth time.
And though he's seen many ghosts so far, her silhouette has him inhaling sharply.
He doesn't mistake that she's alive, even for a moment, but his hand still twitches upward, as though to test if she's really there. ]
Flayn...
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Slowly, she starts to reach out for his hand, but then thinks better of it. Even if she does reach out for him, she's incorporeal. It would only be a stark reminder of the fact that he is alive, and she is not.
Flayn walks towards him, then kneels down next to him.
She tries to smile, but it really doesn't come out quite right.]
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She is quiet, and her soul is so kind. But it doesn't change the fact that she's still here—still a fettered spirit, unable to find true rest. ]
I am so sorry.
[ For all his fury today, his voice is exhausted now, raw and open in its sorrow. ]
Are you here because I broke our promise?
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[...right. She can't speak properly.]
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