"A dagger," he repeats. He looks almost sad as he says it. But Felix's enthusiasm is infectious. Did Dimitri even remember the significance? Did he understand who he'd given the dagger to before? It felt... wrong to harbor this knowledge when no one else did.

Still, he forces a smile to his lips eventually. It isn't even false, either. It's made Felix happy, and if there was a chance that Dimitri did remember all of that... he'd clearly made his peace with it. He could accept that much.

He doesn't say anything else after that, He simply settles in with his arm looped around Felix's waist. The pictures are spread across his lap carefully. He goes through each one by one. Seeing them doesn't quite take away all of the pain flickering in his gaze, but it does lessen it. To see the devotion of not only Felix, but the team he had painstakingly raised... It's comforting.

Finally, he glances up, studying Felix's face. He tucks one of the pictures of the two of them away for himself, before picking up his own gear and holding it out.

"We should take one now that I'm awake, right?"