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[prince_of_beasts]

A synthesized woman's voice picks up the call.

"Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system. Two - Zero - Two - Nine - One - Eight - Two - One - Three - Two -- is not available now. At the tone, please record your message. When you've finished recording, you may hang up or press the # key for more options."

Dimitri hasn't figured out how to customize the thing yet.

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[glassaxolotl]

Dedue snorts at that. He also definitely has felt a bit condescended to by some of the passengers who claim to be from more “advanced” worlds. As if the changing of civilizations over time will always look exactly the same, no matter the world or the cultures within it.

At Dimitri’s story, he gives a genuine laugh, holding his hand to his mouth. “I can imagine her doing that. I am glad you said something.”

[prince_of_beasts]

Dedue's laughter always does something to Dimitri, doubly so when it's in response to something he's done. Something bubbly and comfortable in the pit of his chest, like a warm drink held close on a winter's day. Safe.

"Perhaps she'll take it to heart. Only time will tell." He scrunches his nose. "I see now why Darcy takes such issue with her."

[glassaxolotl]

“Darcy does seem like the type that Erin would underestimate the intelligence of,” Dedue agrees.
“That would be a mistake on Erin’s part. Darcy is an highly insightful person. And she does not enjoy condescension.”

[prince_of_beasts]

"Certainly not." Dimitri sighs. "I will speak to her -- Darcy -- about this 'psychosis', if you think it's worth pursuing. I don't suppose Erin mentioned anyone else?"

[glassaxolotl]

“She suggested that Doctors Watson or Tendi may have more information. Other than that, no.”

[prince_of_beasts]

"Watson's a good man. Tendi I've only met briefly, but she seems capable and well-intentioned. Thank you, I'll keep that in mind."

His gaze drifts through the floor, into thought. The dead haven't commented thus far, though he's expected them to. They remain silent.

[glassaxolotl]

Dedue sits for a moment, letting the silence wash over them both. Then, he asks, “If I may, what are you thinking about right now?”

cw internalized ablism

[prince_of_beasts]

Dimitri shakes his head slowly. He needs a while to put the words together.

"I don't know. What it might mean, I suppose, if ... the way I am ... is a condition medicine can treat."

He's not unfamiliar with the idea. Fódlan has its herbal medicines: tinctures of poppy, various teas, careful dosages of certain mushrooms -- but they're crude, the psychiatric equivalent of attempting surgery with a shovel. Hauntings like Dimitri's are generally prescribed a sedative for dreamless sleep, and everything else left to sort itself out.

"I know I'm mad. But if there's medicine that can silence them ... I really am just insane."