[ Dimitri's on edge after so many days of this. After the last month, with the tree, with the blight, with everything. He's tired - incredibly tired - but his conviction holds, even with the Zenith energy still rotting in his blood. He doesn't want it - doesn't want to abandon the idea of his world or what might be restored. He's been resting, trying to get his strength back - but he knows what comes next. Or rather what needs to happen. His good eye flickers as he notices someone approach.
A face he recognizes. ]
...Amos, isn't it? I never got a chance to check on you after... Vander.
[ He sounds weary. ]
Tired. But aren't we all?
[ He knows what "winning" means. But he's not ready to go that far. Not yet. ]
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A face he recognizes. ]
...Amos, isn't it? I never got a chance to check on you after... Vander.
[ He sounds weary. ]
Tired. But aren't we all?
[ He knows what "winning" means. But he's not ready to go that far. Not yet. ]