Dimitri flinches at his title. It's been months since he's heard it spoken, and it feels like a manacle around his neck, like a familiar cage to a neglected dog.

"Not ... unsafe, no. When I first arrived, I feared it might be, but that wasn't the case. Quite the opposite. Did Erin explain that the passengers here are from different worlds? We're the only two from Fódlan here. In most of them, only a few nations have kings, and their power is greatly diminished. Some worlds don't have kings at all. I don't have any authority here. 'The prince of Faerghus' means nothing to people who've never heard of it."

Dimitri looks up at Dedue, pleading.

"I don't want them to know me as a prince. It doesn't matter to them. I don't want them to think that I think it should matter. I -- I can have friends here. It may be selfish, but ... I don't want that to change."