Don't say that, [ he hisses. ] We served together, we—

[ That was a different Will. Dimitri pauses, anger still radiating from his expression, obviously still tense and on edge as he swears, shaking his head. That wasn't Will. He needs to keep reminding himself of this. ]

Damn the Admiral and damn that...whatever it was, [ he grumbles, trying to force his thoughts back in order. And then, saying it like he's trying to convince himself, ] You don't know me. And yet here I am, still suffering for it.