[ Dimitri's lips twitch a little, as if he's considering saying something. There's mingled emotion there. A tangle of fatigue and desperation and a sense of wanting this to all be over. He really doesn't quite know how to move forward here. But he takes a breath. Then another. And then he nods. ]
...I am.
[ He digs into a pocket. ]
I have a knife. It... isn't very sharp. But it will do.
[ It's something old and dull, but it has enough of a point to be useful. ]
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...I am.
[ He digs into a pocket. ]
I have a knife. It... isn't very sharp. But it will do.
[ It's something old and dull, but it has enough of a point to be useful. ]