[ This is a surprisingly raw conversation for Dimitri. He's realizing that Yuri - this Yuri - has seen a different "him". Still Dimitri in every sense of the word, but one who has had a different path. A different place. He isn't sure how he feels about it. It's simply there and present, like an itch that cannot be scratched. But the description sounds too much like him for him to dismiss it as another person entirely.

No, that sounds like his little group of companions at the end of the war. Even if he's more damaged than he might have been otherwise. They still believed in him, still helped him, still wanted him to succeed. Despite the strange, somewhat uncomfortable feeling that he's talking about someone who is him (but isn't), he laughs softly and gives Yuri a glance. ]

That... does sound like myself and the Blue Lions. They always do try to make sure I take care of myself... No matter how much trouble I may give them.

[ He sighs and trails off. ]

I... trust you. Trust the Yuri I know. He fought side by side with us. Supported the army with the resources he could muster. But I regret that I do not remember being as... personal as you seem to remember us being. [ His smile is a touch brittle. ]

It sounds as if in another life I found you worth taking into my personal confidence. Or more than we did where I am from. I... don't think I would gainsay that. Even if I'm not the same Dimitri you know. Even if I don't always feel as if I'm worthy of that title, I want to be a good man.