I th-think so too. [Nihilism is all too tempting in a situation like this. And if this were a more incorporeal form of death she might have already fallen for it.

It's the continued struggle that gets her. That she even has an appetite, that they bleed, that she hasn't met anyone she knows. And there should be tons of them. Her whole world had been thrown into calamity, and even still she can't find one familiar face?

It's suspicious. There must be a bigger plot at play.]

Or, it's n-not what it seems at all. Once you start considering the existence of magic, all r-reasoning falls apart. [In lieu of the cozy lean, she thoughtlessly winds her arm through his. She's terrible at retaining heat, and she misses Komaru so terribly. Byakuya-sama, though he'd never allow her this close. She had to love him from fifty meters away.

All these are afterthoughts. Underlying justifications when she thinks to question why she's doing this. Dimitri is just...kind. She's not used to her company being welcomed, much less sought out. Her words weighted with even measure.

Please don't let this be a trick.]