[ Dimitri frowns. That... sense of rage is too familiar to him for him to discount. He sways on his feet for a moment and then peers straight back into that face, preparing himself for this odd "discussion". ]
What's happened to you...?
[ There's no answer. Not in words, anyway. More of that anger, more of that resentment. ]
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What's happened to you...?
[ There's no answer. Not in words, anyway. More of that anger, more of that resentment. ]