Dimitri was furious — but what could he do? What could he say now that would undo what had been done in a timeline that was not even his own? All he could think about was how, no matter what, Rodrigue was dead. At the hands of his own son in one version, and for Dimitri's own selfish actions in another. Somehow.

"I have nothing more to say to you, Felix." He managed to get out as he slipped his clothes on, armor gathered to be lugged off and fitted later.

He needed to think.