That voice was unmistakable. Marianne felt her head snap to it from the first few words, a cool chill of shock descending over her as she heard it for the first time in so many years as she froze once again much like a deer in a hunter's sights. The last time she had heard that voice it was in the midsts of frenzied screaming. The Gronder Fields. That terrible day.
'You feel guilt for not dying along with the others.' Those words from a brief conversation in the dining hall at Garreg Mach had followed her from that day onwards. The momentary relief of someone else who could understand her thoughts being cut so cruelly short when Dimitri had been executed. If Marianne looked at all as if she had seen a ghost it was because she felt she was seeing one.
"Ah--" As one of the Bunnerflies nosed into her hand, she turned her attention back to them. "Could you give us a moment, please?" She softly requested, scooping up the more persistent ones and setting them down before standing and brushing herself off. It didn't stop a few of them from taking to the air to try and get her attention instead but she was able to now focus her attention on him.
"Dimitri, I..." What words were possibly enough? Enough to explain the impact his few kind words and companionship had meant all those years ago, to explain her guilt and upset at his death, her guilt in survival? Marianne swallowed hard and instead settled for something highly improper and reached out to hug him, standing on the tips of her toes to reach.
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'You feel guilt for not dying along with the others.' Those words from a brief conversation in the dining hall at Garreg Mach had followed her from that day onwards. The momentary relief of someone else who could understand her thoughts being cut so cruelly short when Dimitri had been executed. If Marianne looked at all as if she had seen a ghost it was because she felt she was seeing one.
"Ah--" As one of the Bunnerflies nosed into her hand, she turned her attention back to them. "Could you give us a moment, please?" She softly requested, scooping up the more persistent ones and setting them down before standing and brushing herself off. It didn't stop a few of them from taking to the air to try and get her attention instead but she was able to now focus her attention on him.
"Dimitri, I..." What words were possibly enough? Enough to explain the impact his few kind words and companionship had meant all those years ago, to explain her guilt and upset at his death, her guilt in survival? Marianne swallowed hard and instead settled for something highly improper and reached out to hug him, standing on the tips of her toes to reach.