[ did he change that much? he's never thought of changing his appearance at all. certainly his father had mid-length hair, but that was about the most rebellious part of him where his appearance was concerned. he was a man who looked imposing and knew it. dimitri ... did not look imposing, at least he didn't think he was, though felix would probably have said other things. he looked like a prince. he doesn't know how else to be. can't even imagine any other way he'd look.

but the prospect of the future is also something he hesitates on. should he know about it? it seems like ... cheating, maybe, if he did. a strange notion to feel about when it's himself he wants to know of.

dimitri folds his arms over his chest, thinking. ]

... there is no guarantee that the future will play out as how we imagine it to, if there is a chance of our respective wishes being granted in the end.

I suppose there's no harm in finding out what things have been like for you. [ and here dimitri stands still, uncrossing his arms and taking in a more formal stance, a hand over his heart as he realizes something - ] You have my full attention, Yuri. I trust your judgment as to what you deem important for me to know.

Most of all, where I've lacked as a prince, or as king, I encourage you to speak freely. I will make amends.

[ did he do right by duscur? did he resolve relations with other territories, other constituents? yuri probably can't give him that answer, but where abyss and garreg mach are concerned, he can, and he will listen. having no inkling of the future, dimitri doesn't fear it at all. ]