because I wanted you to have it? you're my king, you're my friend, and you're Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd the stick in the mud I decided to follow back when I was a kid and never changed my mind about and there's only one you
I followed you around as a kid, I followed you into war, I followed you into death, I followed you here, and when the time comes I'll follow you into the flames and we'll burn together, and if you head somewhere else I'll figure out a way to follow you there instead
I've been a terrible friend in the past but I'm gonna make it up to you every day for the rest of our lives if it's the last thing I do
that's why
[Anyway.]
you should try knocking on my door if you can't sleep
[ hold on, this is complicated to type and he's having problems putting this on the machine. he's getting a voicenote instead. the voice sounds a bit distant, and that's because dimitri is wearing the ground beneath him by pacing back and forth like the ghost that he is, was, as if he were back in faerghus, brooding over the war. ]
... I know all of these things. I know all of these things, and more.
When I asked you to make a demand, I had wondered if you wanted ... something more for yourself, because I do not deserve such loyalty from my men, or friends, after the disastrous end of the war.
I will return the dagger to you. You have me, Sylvain Jose Gautier.
... and I won't bother your sleep.
[ message ends there, an awful beep resounding at the end as it cuts off. ]
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I followed you around as a kid, I followed you into war, I followed you into death, I followed you here, and when the time comes I'll follow you into the flames and we'll burn together, and if you head somewhere else I'll figure out a way to follow you there instead
I've been a terrible friend in the past but I'm gonna make it up to you every day for the rest of our lives if it's the last thing I do
that's why
[Anyway.]
you should try knocking on my door if you can't sleep
I'm not the best at it either
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[ hold on, this is complicated to type and he's having problems putting this on the machine. he's getting a voicenote instead. the voice sounds a bit distant, and that's because dimitri is wearing the ground beneath him by pacing back and forth like the ghost that he is, was, as if he were back in faerghus, brooding over the war. ]
... I know all of these things. I know all of these things, and more.
When I asked you to make a demand, I had wondered if you wanted ... something more for yourself, because I do not deserve such loyalty from my men, or friends, after the disastrous end of the war.
I will return the dagger to you. You have me, Sylvain Jose Gautier.
... and I won't bother your sleep.
[ message ends there, an awful beep resounding at the end as it cuts off. ]