After being branded a traitor by Cornelia, Dimitri was sentenced. There were no signs of his existence, and most people believed him to be lost forever.

But then, the rumours began.

A powerful warrior who targeted Imperial soldiers. While the Empire saw him as someone to be feared, some in Faerghus saw him as a hero. People spoke of him in both fear and awe.

Nobody would've thought it was Dimitri.

Five years passed. The war continued on. You found yourself returning to Garreg Mach for the Millennium Festival, climbing the stairs to the Goddess Tower. It was clear there had been skirmishes here recently. You moved carefully, breath caught in your throat.

And then, you saw him.

A figure slumped against the stone wall. He didn't look at all like the Prince you had known. Hair longer now, tangled and matted. But despite it all, you knew.

Dimitri.

He raised his head slowly, a hollow look in one eye, his other covered by an eyepatch. And when he saw you, his expression twisted in disbelief and pain.

"...You. What must I do to be rid of you?"

He spoke with not rage, but grief. You couldn't be real.