She appreciates Dimitri finding a way through to the main purpose of the meeting, and Edelgard nods. "Yes, that we have. When Byleth told me what you had told her, it..." She reaches for a drink, to sort her thoughts out. "I immediately knew it to be true, though I must tell you even with the revelation of what we once were, my memories are still...spotty, at best. I cannot remember you clearly at all. But it also explained other things, small things. You asked me about my hair once, in Abyss. I could never figure out why you of all people would bring it up, considering how quickly the subject changed."

And why he'd hated her so. There had always been his obsession with her supposed involvement in the Tragedy of Duscur of course, a belief this Dimitri had accepted was not true and moved past. But it had always run deeper than that, hadn't it? He'd taken her actions so personally, in a way that had never truly made sense to Edelgard. And now she had her answer.

"You never said anything beyond that." It isn't accusatory or meant as an attack, just a simple statement of fact that while Edelgard had forgotten their childhood connection, he never had, and had never tried t reignite it at Garreg Mach. "And after awhile I put it out of my mind. I suppose my counterpart in your world must have done the same."