[ There's a new problem ahead of them: the fracturing of their memories and identities. How long have they been in this illusion? Years or months? How much of their memory is real, and how much was them while under this spell? He needs information and, more importantly, a plan.

But still, he can't calm down. He's always careful to control his emotions, rather than the other way around, but there's a despair so deep in his chest. A sense of loss that he can't dog. It feels like he's been carrying it for years rather than minutes, and it's made him so, so weary.

How is he supposed to face forward, after feeling for himself the uncertainty of Dimitri's existence? Does he brush that under the rug to focus on the larger picture? ]

Looks like we connected on a level beyond just the physical, your Princeliness.

[ A little joke, to help lighten the mood. He pairs it with a small smile, casting his gaze around the room, stopping at the window where skyscrapers are no longer visible in the distance. ]

We've both probably got a million questions for each other, but first I need to check something. [ He meets Dimitri's eyes again, uncertain. ] Do you still trust me?