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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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[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."