How moving forward and surviving hardship looks all depends entirely on the person. We have a duty to our dead, to see that they can rest peacefully with no loose ends.

[ They couldn't let go and find eternal repose otherwise. ]

I'm sure you wanted that for yours, even then.

[ He knows, even on the periphery, that his king bore the weight of his own dead. That others didn't know how to help him. Yuri himself questions whether tangibly carrying them in a notebook like he does would lighten that burden.

He remains silent a beat too long, if only because he thinks to say that surely, Dimitri's loved ones would want him to find peace, but... That would be overstepping.

It's strange, to suspect he knows the shape of one's pain at least in part, but also to be very aware that there's nothing he can rightly do with it. ]

...But I'll count myself fortunate you're past that point in your life. I don't fancy being on the business end of that lance of yours.