[ Link says nothing. The sound of their footsteps echoing darkly against the frozen street and buildings around him helps to keep the silence from being deafening. Truthfully, he offered that information for the sake of comforting Dimitri: to change the subject and get his mind off what he just witnessed. But, uh... maybe he's only made things more awkward. Dimitri is royalty, as it turns out, so what reason would he have to care about Link's woes? He has more important things to worry about than soldiers doing what they're supposed to do — die for their country.

With the reflective barrier coming into sight ahead, Link offers a simple response. ]

No. Just... I couldn't have done for him what you did for your past self.

[ A somewhat cryptic answer that he seems uncertain about elaborating on. After a moment, he looks back to Dimitri. ]

Do you... do you want to talk about... [ His question trails off, twinged with uncertainty. then — ] Why didn't you tell me you're a prince? Or are you — were you made king, after what happened?