Dimitri/Supports

C Support
To be honest, I've been teaching swordsmanship to the orphans at the monastery for a while now.
 * Dimitri: Perfect timing, Professor. If you don't mind, I have a favor I'd like to ask of you.
 * Byleth: What's the favor?
 * Dimitri: It's in regard to sword training. Not for myself,but... Well...
 * Byleth: How unexpected. / How did that come to be?
 * Dimitri: I must agree. Frankly, I'm not great with children.
 * Dimitri: Some of them saw me sparring with the knights one day. They started pestering me to teach them. They were so earnest... I couldn't help but oblige. There's much I wish to show them, but due to my own studies and training, I'm afraid my time is rather limited. Which brings me to my favor. Your swordsmanship is unmatched. I hate to ask this of you, but... Would you consider lending me a hand?
 * Byleth: You can count on me. / You leave me no choice.
 * Dimitri: Thank you, truly. I am in your debt. And I always repay my debts, I'll have you know. All of these children lost their families and homes to war or illness. This may sound a bit arrogant, but...I feel it's my responsibility to help them. I lost my parents without warning too. In that way, we're the same. In Duscur, I lost my father, stepmother, and closest friends. I didn't have many allies at the castle after that. In truth, I had only Dedue for companionship.
 * Byleth: Have you no other family? / Is there no one else you can trust?
 * Dimitri: I'm afraid not. My birth mother fell ill and died shortly after I was born. And my uncle... suffice to say we don't get along. I once had people I could confide in. Family, friends, instructors, even the royal soldiers. But they were all taken away from me four years ago. Ah, but there were those outside the castle walls I was close to. Such as Rodrigue!
 * Byleth: Rodrigue?
 * Dimitri: Heh, pardon my rudeness. I meant Lord Rodrigue. He is my father's old companion, and the father of Felix. On the occasions he would visit the capital, he'd take me out hunting or on long horse rides. While Dedue is like a brother to me, Rodrigue is more like a second father. It might sound ridiculous, but...he's the kind of man I hope to become one day. Someone who helps others... Someone who can reach out and save a lost soul. Oh... Please accept my apologies for boring you with my life story. In any case, don't forget your promise, Professor. I'm counting on you.

B Support

 * Dimitri: Thank you for your help the other day, Professor. Please, allow me to express my gratitude by taking you to dinner.
 * Byleth: It was nothing. / I would be delighted.
 * Dimitri: Nonsense. Your guidance was magnificent. Just what I'd expect from a professor at this esteemed academy. / Fantastic. Please think about what you'd like to eat.

After all, such magnificent guidance must work up quite an appetite. I've studied swordsmanship for some time, but your mercenary skills are something else entirely. Speaking of which, there's...another question I must ask you. Were you reconciled with the reality of battle from your first foray? With...the killing part, I mean.
 * Byleth: I hadn't the luxury of questioning it. / No. It's never easy.
 * Dimitri: I see.
 * Byleth: And you?
 * Dimitri: No... I do not carry that burden well. I doubt that will change, no matter how many years come and go. The first time I led on the battlefield, I was sent to quell a rebellion in the west. It was not a difficult fight. The enemy was not well-trained and their morale was low. A swing of the lance, and your opponent falls. A flash of your blade, and a path opens up. That's the sort of battle it was. Easy...right?
 * Byleth: You did what you had to do. / What caused the rebellion?
 * Dimitri: That's one way to look at it. /

The noble family from that area sought to seize the throne after my father's untimely death. The leader of the rebel army was defeated and the rebellion quelled. This was at the height of the post-war period. I recall coming across a dead soldier's body. He was clutching a locket. Inside was a lock of golden hair. I don't know to whom it belonged. His wife, his daughter...mother, lover... I'll never know. He was a soldier. An enemy. Someone we had cut down without hesitation. But in that moment, I realized he was also a real person, just like the rest of us. Of course, we cannot stand idly by and allow anyone\nto commit senseless acts of violence. Yet in dispensing what we call justice, we take the lives of cherished family members. Beloved friends. Killing is part of the job, but even so... There are times when I'm chilled to the bone by the depravity of my own actions.
 * Byleth: It's normal to feel that way. / I've felt the same way.
 * Dimitri: Is it? Perhaps you're right. I pray that you are. / That you feel the same way is more comforting than you could know.

Professor? May I speak freely? When we first met, I thought of you as someone who felt no strong feelings about killing your enemies. I could never trust someone who kills without batting an eye. My heart won't allow it. But after speaking with you and getting to know you better, I can see you're not like that. Now I know, with all my heart, that I can trust you. Thank you for that.

A Support

 * Dimitri: ...
 * Byleth: What are you doing? / Still training?
 * Dimitri: Sleep evades me, so I thought I'd get in some extra training. I was just about to finish. / Indeed. But I was thinking about ending it here.

Perhaps it is the gloomy weather, but I am feeling the sting of wounds that should have healed long ago... The ones who attacked me...were some of the youths we taught swordsmanship to, once upon a time.
 * Byleth: What wounds?
 * Dimitri: The injury I got when that girl stabbed me after the battle at Gronder. Her eyes were filled with revenge...just as mine once were
 * Byleth: Who was she?
 * Dimitri: I don't know... But I have a guess.
 * Byleth: ...
 * Dimitri: Ah, I suppose I haven't told you about that yet.
 * Byleth: What are you talking about?
 * Dimitri: I was attacked inside the monastery the other day. It caused quite the uproar.
 * Byleth: Are you OK? / Why did they do it?
 * Dimitri: Of course. I could capture the lot of them with my eyes closed. /

It seems they were raised by a group of thieves who we put down five years ago. I heard Lady Rhea took custody of them, claiming that the children were innocent. I have taken so many lives...and with each one, I face hatred. During the last five years especially. My life was not so different from that of a wild beast... And that young girl's brother... At some point, I must have... That is why I thought it only natural that someone would retaliate someday. Because I hated, because I stole, and... because I killed. But with those children, it's different... We drew our blades with the best of intentions, only to hurt them in the end. I suppose this is yet another thing we will just have to live with.
 * Byleth: It's part of the job. / I feel the same way.
 * Dimitri: Yes... /

As one who chose to fight, it is my responsibility to confront this anguish and the true nature of war... Until the day my life comes to an end. It is mine as well. We can confront it together. Perhaps... Thank you... You know, Professor... There is something that I only recently realized. I never knew it could be so...comforting to have someone standing by my side...

S Support

 * Dimitri: Come now, my friend. You must stop staying up so late. Tomorrow is yet another early morning. Then again, I know that matters little. You cannot sleep, can you? Neither can I, of course. I... I want you to know I am sorry for making you do so much when your battle wounds aren't even completely healed yet.
 * Byleth: And what of yours? / It's awful.
 * Dimitri: Do not worry about me... My shoulder has healed nicely. I still have some numbness in my hand, but it should not hinder me too much. / Well, I am truly sorry. I only ask that you do not overexert yourself.

But I am afraid our burdens will only grow in number. I hope you are prepared for that. Well, Your Grace, things will be busy from now on. Our first order of business is tomorrow's coronation. Once a professor and student... Now an archbishop and a king. How very far we have come.
 * Byleth: ...
 * Dimitri: It is a lovely night... Is it not? How many years has it been since I was kept awake by hopes for the future, rather than by nightmares of the past...
 * Byleth: Nightmares?
 * Dimitri: I have had the same nightmare for nine long years. A nightmare in which I am constantly tormented by those who have died... They ask me why I have not avenged them... Why I got to live, yet they had to die... No matter how many corpses I piled up for them, in the end, their voices only grew louder. Voices loathing me, calling out to me... Their inescapable death cries ringing in my ears...clinging to my soul... Even now, I can always hear them. I am certain I will be hearing them until the day I die. But I will not cover my ears. I will go on living... and their voices will serve as a warning. As a king...and as a wretch who claimed countless lives...I will build a Kingdom where the people can live in peace. I am sure she would laugh and call such talk foolish... But I wish to change this world in my own way.
 * Byleth: We're still the same. / Only our titles have changed.
 * Dimitri: That is true. To me, you will always be the one who guided me so kindly. My ally through all. My beloved... / Yes...my beloved.
 * Byleth: Dimitri...
 * Dimitri: Listen... There is something I wish to give you before the coronation. Give me your hand.
 * Byleth: ...
 * Dimitri: Please... I beg of you. Say something! If you do not wish to accept it, please just tell me. If so, I will face the truth and walk away.
 * Byleth: That's not it at all... / What is this? / I love you, Dimitri. Marry me.
 * Dimitri: You beat me to it...
 * Byleth: ...
 * Dimitri: Yes, I see. Right. In that case, let us exchange them, shall we? Your hands... Now that I hold them within my own, I see how small and fragile they are. These hands that have saved me countless times... Thank you, my beloved. Your kind, warm hands... May they cling to my own forevermore...

Goddess Tower Support

 * Dimitri: It's quiet here, isn't it, Professor? That reminds me. Do you know the legend associated with the Goddess Tower?
 * Byleth: I've heard it. / I'm not concerned with such things.
 * Dimitri: Is that right? You don't strike me as the sort to enjoy stories like that. / Just as expected.

They say that wishes made in this tower will come true. I wonder who came up with such a silly notion. Honestly... I do regret saying such a thing. Please think nothing of it. I've blurted out irresponsible things like that to my classmates. Promises that we'll see each other again and the like. I have no business making such promises for the future. There are certain things that I must accomplish, even if it means risking my life. I may not even have a future to promise to someone.
 * Byleth: You don't believe it?
 * Dimitri: Legends are legends, nothing more. I doubt there are many who really believe that wishes can be granted. The goddess just watches over us from above... That is all. No matter how hard someone begs to be saved, she would never so much as offer her hand. And even if she did, we lack the means to reach out and grasp it. That's how I feel about her. In any case... I suppose there's no harm in passing the time with silly legends. What do you say, Professor? Care to make a wish? We are here on the night of the ball. Why don't you try wishing for something?
 * Byleth: After you. / I can't think of anything, so go ahead.
 * Dimitri: I suppose my wish...is for a world in which no one would ever be unjustly taken from us. Or...something along those lines.
 * Byleth: That's a great wish. / I'll wish for the same.
 * Dimitri: Thank you, Professor. Although, at a time like this... Perhaps it would make more sense for me to wish that we'll be together forever. What do you think?
 * Byleth: ...
 * Dimitri: ... Haha! Well now, Professor! You must admit I've improved in the art of joke telling.
 * Byleth: That's cruel. / It didn't sound like a joke.
 * Dimitri: I'm sorry... I guess that was rather thoughtless of me. / ...
 * Byleth: ...
 * Dimitri: We should head back soon. It's rude of me to keep you all to myself. Shall we, Professor?

C Support

 * Dimitri: Marianne?
 * Marianne: Oh. Dimitri.
 * Dimitri: Oh... I'm sorry for disturbing your prayer.
 * Marianne: There's no need to apologize. I just finished.
 * Dimitri: I see. What were you praying for?
 * Marianne: I was simply asking the goddess...for forgiveness.
 * Dimitri: Forgiveness? For what?
 * Marianne: I put our soldiers in danger during the recent battle.
 * Dimitri: What matters is that they came back safely in the end. You shouldn't blame yourself for that.
 * Marianne: It's true, but... You were injured when you came to our aid.
 * Dimitri: That? It was just a scratch. A small price to pay for your safety.
 * Marianne: But...
 * Dimitri: I would never regret helping an ally, even if it meant losing my own life.
 * Marianne: No, no. That's wrong.
 * Dimitri: How so?
 * Marianne: It's just all wrong. You have my thanks for helping in the battle, Dimitri. But I'm afraid I have to ask that you keep your distance from me.
 * Dimitri: Is that so?
 * Marianne: Yes.
 * Dimitri: Forgive me, but I will be there for you. Whether you want me to or not.
 * Marianne: I'm sorry...

B Support

 * Dimitri: Marianne?
 * Marianne: Oh. Yes?
 * Dimitri: May I sit here? There isn't another open spot...
 * Marianne: Um, you may.
 * Dimitri: I'm sorry... I should have eaten in my quarters. I know you asked me to stay away from you.
 * Marianne: No, it's fine. About the other day, when you said you didn't regret risking your own life...
 * Dimitri: I apologize for whatever foolish thing I said to upset you, truly. But...may I ask what happened?
 * Marianne: It's just... There is only misfortune for anyone who comes near me.
 * Dimitri: Misfortune?
 * Marianne: I'm afraid so. Especially those with complete disregard for their own safety.
 * Dimitri: Ah, so I didn't offend you. You're trying to tell me I should be more concerned for my own safety. Well, I suppose I could improve in that regard.
 * Dimitri: As for you causing misfortune, I think that's far from the truth. In fact, I find you to be a lucky charm of sorts.
 * Marianne: Me? Lucky? I'm sorry, but I don't agree with that at all. My entire life up until this point has been nothing but a string of unfortunate events.
 * Dimitri: But misfortune finds us all. Perhaps those around you have suffered or even perished, but look at you. You're still here, alive and well.
 * Marianne: That's...
 * Dimitri: It doesn't feel good, does it...to be the one left behind? You feel guilt for not dying along with the others.
 * Marianne: H-how did you know?
 * Dimitri: You and I are the same. Maybe you should fear being cursed with misfortune for coming near me.
 * Marianne: Hehe.
 * Dimitri: Ah, a smile and a laugh. Coming from you, that's a rarity. This must be my lucky day.
 * Marianne: I just find the idea amusing. It's strange to think that someone like you could have anything in common with me.
 * Dimitri: Is it so terrible a thought?
 * Marianne: No, no. It's not that. It actually makes me happy. As though there's finally someone who understands how I truly feel...

A Support

 * Marianne: Hmm... Spared again...
 * Dimitri: So it would seem. I told you that you are extraordinarily lucky.
 * Marianne: Sometimes I think that must be true. But why me? Is this the goddess's way of telling me to make something of myself? There are so many others who are much more deserving of life...
 * Dimitri: I often think the same of myself... Especially after battles where many lives were lost. But I must go on living. I cannot give in to death so readily. It is my duty to atone for my sins, and to pay for the lives I've taken. I suppose...that must be why the goddess allows me to live on.
 * Marianne: Is there a reason she allows me to live?
 * Dimitri: Only you can know that. But I believe there is a reason.
 * Marianne: ...
 * Dimitri: Marianne... Life is difficult. It is a burden... It feels terrible to continue standing when so many others had to fall. If that is so, then carry on as you are. There is no need for you to force yourself to smile as your soul bleeds. But please... Whatever you do, do not give up on yourself, or your precious life.
 * Marianne: What do you mean?
 * Dimitri: If you were to die, I would be devastated.
 * Marianne: Hehe! You never have been easy to read.
 * Dimitri: Is that so?
 * Marianne: Everyone says that I need to cheer up... But you may be the first person to tell me not to. Your life must also be difficult for you to understand my position.
 * Dimitri: So it is. I often feel I am not strong enough to live it.
 * Marianne: I think our difficulties have brought us closer together.
 * Dimitri: Do you?
 * Marianne: Absolutely! Please, Dimitri. Promise you'll live through this war and long after. I don't know what I'd do with myself if we lost you... As long as you are carrying on, I have yet another reason to carry on myself.
 * Dimitri: I promise to the goddess of Fódlan that I will never give you cause to despair.