[Sylvain stares off into the middle distance, numb, as he sees his future and he knows what it'll be like: a lot of training, not enough to satisfy Dimitri, more than he'd like to have happen in general. Training. Drills. Them fighting with brooms and pretending like they're spears. Maybe actual lances, if they can find them. Sylvain can see it. He can almost taste it. He knows that nothing he can do will prevent some form of this happening. There's almost no use fighting it. Almost. In fact, fighting it would mean that Dimitri would probably forget to eat and Dimitri can't cook to save his life, so...

He is nudged and nudges back, knowing that he's stuck accepting his fate as Dimitri's training partner to some extent and hating this.]

You're lucky we're friends, you know that?

[That nice park is going to become the scene of so much violence. Calming? Absolutely not.]

Anyway, only you would say that. [...] Well, no, I guess Felix and Ingrid would agree with you. Probably Ashe as well.