I don't want you to think...that I'd ever ask you to stop loving Dimitri. I don't want you to think that I don't understand. I want you to love him. You wouldn't be you if you stopped.

[He probably shouldn't set the damp rag aside this early in the soak, but he does. It drops back into the pail with a soft plop, and his damp fingertips come to rest against Dedue's uninjured cheek, just like they had the first time they'd kissed.]

Earlier, I meant you. That I don't want you to die without knowing I care about you. And I don't ever want you to feel...like I felt, when I saw your wyvern and thought we'd gotten to you too late.