[Of course Dimitri expects Felix to kill him. He follows the direction of Felix’s blade with his eye up until its striking his own hand.] What are you doing?
[Then, Dimitri clambers. He panics, enclosing Felix’s bleeding hand between his own as if he can press the wound closed again. Blood smears across his own palms and it smells tantalizing.] Are you out of your mind?!
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[Then, Dimitri clambers. He panics, enclosing Felix’s bleeding hand between his own as if he can press the wound closed again. Blood smears across his own palms and it smells tantalizing.] Are you out of your mind?!