[He's already making his way to leave, shoes crunching atop the broken glass of a shattered storefront window. Dimitri scoffs — first Dedue and his unyielding concern, and now Ashe’s, the same but more softly applied. Between the both of them, he knows there’s no putting off tending to his eye much longer, though he’s starting to wonder what the point is. It’s painful to open it, but when he does, he sees nothing but black.]

Between you and Dedue, you’re not going to let up, are you? Fine.

[He acquiesces, if only because the pain and bleeding is turning into an annoyance, and he'd rather focus on his anger than anything else.]

If you’re that concerned, you can come with me. [He continues walking towards the backdoor, where they can slip away into dark alleys before taking a ride to see Sister Mercie herself. Dimitri trusts Dedue with the clean-up; he trusts Felix with the same once he returns, stewing in angry grief. He waves a hand for Ashe to follow, the other wiping at the blood beneath his eye.]

I can’t drive like this.