[ If there was any remaining doubt, that much simply reinforces that he's Dimitri. A Dimitri, rather, but Dimitri all the same. ]

I do recall having asked.

[ And it makes him wonder anew how a certain king is faring. Prone as Yuri is to pray in their camp's little church when he expects he'd be quite alone, he's had to change course more than once because King Dimitri was already there.

Pleading with the air.

He's wondered, but he isn't Sylvain, or Dedue, or Felix. He knows survivor's guilt well enough, his notebook is how he carries his dead after all, but there is a gap there it may be wrong for him to try and surmount. ]

I find it informative, actually. We have no one trained in such things back home, but I can think of a man or three who'd benefit from it. Besides, if I'm going to be here...

[ He trails off with a helpless shrug, a filler to pass a moment as he considers his words. Obviously, he hasn't any say in the matter of his presence. ]

It may not be my place, but I'd want to know anyway.