[ byleth's given pause by dimitri mirroring the nickname. that's... odd. still, she listens as he goes on, sipping at her tea as she tries to formulate a response. ]

I'm aware of how you remember things. [ the only detail she'd gotten from edelgard that didn't gel with what the other dimitri had told her when they once spoke was that this dimitri remembers her as a man. she's not sure if anyone's brought up that he had been here before, and doesn't want to open that door.

and truthfully, she doesn't want to press for more information about dimitri's version of events, either. ]

I... will admit I don't find these other histories to be comforting thoughts. But I'm truly happy to see you doing so well. [ she manages a small smile, though it fades as her next question comes to mind. an important one. ]

You've given up your vendetta?