[ Dimitri simply listens. It's the least he can do now. Even if the story is terrible. Even if it sounds as if it hurts, even if he imagines he can see it happen in his mind's eye. Fire and death and slaughter. He listens with a grim expression, prepared to keep listening until she's finished. Until the story is done. ]
...I can imagine.
[ He replies softly. ]
Although I suppose I don't have to.
[ There was fire on that terrible night of his, too. And while no one was left to burn alive, corpses still burn, don't they? ]
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...I can imagine.
[ He replies softly. ]
Although I suppose I don't have to.
[ There was fire on that terrible night of his, too. And while no one was left to burn alive, corpses still burn, don't they? ]
That sounds like a terrible ordeal.