[ he finishes dressing the wound and pats him lightly on his good shoulder. ]

Neither do I.

[ whether dimitri had been king, or someone else, sylvain knows he would've always fought for his home. (and he had, during the years dimitri had been presumed dead, the years cornelia had ruled from fhirdiad in his stead. his return had just been a continuation of what's already been set into motion by someone else.)

...he doesn't want him to suffer alone. it's not that dimitri owes him his happiness, but that sylvain believes he deserves to know ease. ]

Think of it this way. If we'd switched places, I'm sure you'd be doing just the same for me.

[ he makes a show of squinting at him. ] You would, wouldn't you...?