It is a strange, surreal well of memory being drawn from. It feels familiar yet not at all; he can recognize himself in the other man there, but doesn't understand how he reached the path he was walking on. Through it all though one thing is crystal clear: love, in abundance. Not just from Byleth, but from the Dimitri there too.

It pings his heart in an odd way. So, that's what that sensation he gets around Byleth is. Love? Perhaps not to the depths in those memories, but something that echoes it even now. Love. He doesn't know how long he's out. Only for a moment or so, he imagines, but then recognizes that he's now the one on the floor with Byleth doting over him.

How does he keep ending up like this?

"Pro... Byleth," he answers, blinking. His head does ache, but so does his heart in unexpected ways for a life he has never lived but wishes he could have. "I'm sorry, I-" He sits up, but then clutches the side of his head as a jab of pain strikes. "I tried to stop it, but..."