[but, of course, the kingdom was her main target. the church. some things weren't so different.
he sits back, turning the thoughts over in his mind. if this really is the version of fódlan this other dimitri is from, then things begin to make sense about his reaction in the wastelands. things were different—they were different.
mentally, he slams the book shut on all of it. no. there was no point in puzzling through all of it. he could deal with it as it came. but now at least he had some questions to ask if the boar tripped into his path again.]
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he sits back, turning the thoughts over in his mind. if this really is the version of fódlan this other dimitri is from, then things begin to make sense about his reaction in the wastelands. things were different—they were different.
mentally, he slams the book shut on all of it. no. there was no point in puzzling through all of it. he could deal with it as it came. but now at least he had some questions to ask if the boar tripped into his path again.]
One more question.
In this Fódlan of yours. Am I alive?