[ Sylvain's comment that he's now his favorite just gets a brief huff of amusement from Claude. While the other fills him in on what was said in the barracks this time, he simply listens and occasionally pops one of the snacks into his mouth to keep himself from interrupting. It's effective because by the end of it Claude does have a much clearer picture, in some ways. At Sylvain's question he merely offers the other a smile fraught with deep exhaustion - a far cry from the one he's usually able to force as one of his many masks. ]
A lot, unfortunately, at least in terms of the things you were told by those in charge. [ With a sigh he pauses to rub his jaw in thought, absently studying a table nearby playing some kind of drinking game. ] None of us know why we're here other than that there's some war imminent and they want us to help them with it. The other factions, Thorne and Solvunn? They're also bringing in Summoned. That's their name for us since I guess involuntary guests brings the mood down though it's way more accurate.
[ Now he shifts his gaze back to Sylvain to study him for a long moment. Where to start? Is it better to rip the bandage off all at once, or parcel information out in ways it might be easier to digest? Claude wishes he knew. ]
People appear when they pull them through anywhere in Abraxas - the name for this place, like where Fodlan's the whole continent back home and, well, you get it - but not everyone stays. No one really knows what happens to them when they disappear. Sometimes they come back, and sometimes it's... another version of the same person, but not the one that was here before. My feeling is they're looking for the right people to assist them with this war and they aren't going to stop until they have as many on their side as they can get.
[ Don't worry, he knows how this sounds. Time for an intermission where his expression turns to something sharper than feigned casualness. ]
Look, you can make your own decisions, but my advice is this: don't enlist. You don't even have to go back to the barracks tonight or ever unless there's something you need before getting out. There's an inn here where a lot of us stay and the owner will let you rent a room as long as you don't mind helping out around it with whatever she needs.
they definitely do tbh
A lot, unfortunately, at least in terms of the things you were told by those in charge. [ With a sigh he pauses to rub his jaw in thought, absently studying a table nearby playing some kind of drinking game. ] None of us know why we're here other than that there's some war imminent and they want us to help them with it. The other factions, Thorne and Solvunn? They're also bringing in Summoned. That's their name for us since I guess involuntary guests brings the mood down though it's way more accurate.
[ Now he shifts his gaze back to Sylvain to study him for a long moment. Where to start? Is it better to rip the bandage off all at once, or parcel information out in ways it might be easier to digest? Claude wishes he knew. ]
People appear when they pull them through anywhere in Abraxas - the name for this place, like where Fodlan's the whole continent back home and, well, you get it - but not everyone stays. No one really knows what happens to them when they disappear. Sometimes they come back, and sometimes it's... another version of the same person, but not the one that was here before. My feeling is they're looking for the right people to assist them with this war and they aren't going to stop until they have as many on their side as they can get.
[ Don't worry, he knows how this sounds. Time for an intermission where his expression turns to something sharper than feigned casualness. ]
Look, you can make your own decisions, but my advice is this: don't enlist. You don't even have to go back to the barracks tonight or ever unless there's something you need before getting out. There's an inn here where a lot of us stay and the owner will let you rent a room as long as you don't mind helping out around it with whatever she needs.