[It was brief, but there was a flicker of genuine pain in her eyes. Remorse? Probably not. Edelgard isn't the sort to regret the path she's taken, even though Dimitri's fondest wish is to force her to do exactly that. Then what was it?

He has to know.

Dimitri's hand darts out before she's out of reach, grabbing on to her wrist without regard for the wounds he made. He remembers them a second later when blood starts to stain his fingers, but he doesn't loosen his grip until he's extended his other hand to grasp her shoulder instead.]

No. Perhaps you have no desire for redemption, but I do. If this is what must be done, then we'll go down the entire list.

[He won't move to uncover it unless she agrees, though.]