[Dimitri noted the scene of the crime. There'd been too much blood spilled upon the ground for it to have been attack by what he was used to, and he mentally stored away the symbol to share with the others later.
His attention shifted as he heard a voice down the alley, and it appeared that it was someone Rose recognized. Maybe from her time in Chicago before they met in London? He stood straight, and took a few steps toward him, then paused in confusion.]
Rose, he's a Moroi.
[Despite not remembering any of them, he still somehow instinctively knew what one would look like.]
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His attention shifted as he heard a voice down the alley, and it appeared that it was someone Rose recognized. Maybe from her time in Chicago before they met in London? He stood straight, and took a few steps toward him, then paused in confusion.]
Rose, he's a Moroi.
[Despite not remembering any of them, he still somehow instinctively knew what one would look like.]