Jon's focus is unwavering as Dimitri lays out each detail of viscera, of rot, of death and decay and loss, his stare as intent and hungry as the crows that scoured the site of the attack. He barely needed to pull for this all to spill out; it clearly boiled near the surface of every inch that made Dimitri who he is. No child could escape something like that with their life and not bear scars, seemingly endless in number, marring them to the point of becoming entirely unrecognizable.

In the coming times, even if it were true to Jon's intentions, Dimitri's spiteful detail will be rewarded. This tragedy won't only haunt him any longer; it has gained a new set of shoulders to weigh so heavily upon.

This was a consequence to be dealt with later, however. Dimitri said it was only the beginning, didn't he? There's so much more yet to be seen, and Jon doesn't hesitate to seek it out.

"What happened, after you were pulled from the wreckage at long last?"