[ When his hunch turns out to not be one and be reality, a decidedly humorless laugh escapes Claude. None of this makes sense, and it makes no sense in the exact kind of way that threatens to occupy his thoughts for the next unknown amount of time. Or - it already is, truthfully, and he has to push it away to listen to the rest of what Sylvain is telling him. ]
We also stayed at Garreg Mach too because it was also Teach's idea. I wanted to head back to Derdriu since all our resources were there, and because I needed to still handle whatever the Alliance needed, but he won that discussion. It turned out to not be a half bad idea as the war progressed.
[ Which. That's too close to revealing what happened in what he's lived through in recent history, nebulous of a comment as it was with no further context. Saying more would definitely not be cheating - a comment he's stored away to bring out later at a more opportune time - but instead Claude rolls his head back onto his neck with a groan to study the ceiling like it'll offer him any answers. Predictably, it doesn't.
It's then that he realizes this... is not much of a welcome for Sylvain, this incessant comparing of what they know, and it certainly isn't going to help them when they're who-knows-how far from what they've left behind with no way to do anything about any of it. Maybe it's best to give it a rest just for now. He tilts his head down enough then to look across at the other again, one eyebrow raised slightly. ]
I'm kind of regretting not making you butter me up with your best lines before getting into all of this. It's not too late for an intermission, is it?
he's ready to light the fuse on impending chaos at any time
We also stayed at Garreg Mach too because it was also Teach's idea. I wanted to head back to Derdriu since all our resources were there, and because I needed to still handle whatever the Alliance needed, but he won that discussion. It turned out to not be a half bad idea as the war progressed.
[ Which. That's too close to revealing what happened in what he's lived through in recent history, nebulous of a comment as it was with no further context. Saying more would definitely not be cheating - a comment he's stored away to bring out later at a more opportune time - but instead Claude rolls his head back onto his neck with a groan to study the ceiling like it'll offer him any answers. Predictably, it doesn't.
It's then that he realizes this... is not much of a welcome for Sylvain, this incessant comparing of what they know, and it certainly isn't going to help them when they're who-knows-how far from what they've left behind with no way to do anything about any of it. Maybe it's best to give it a rest just for now. He tilts his head down enough then to look across at the other again, one eyebrow raised slightly. ]
I'm kind of regretting not making you butter me up with your best lines before getting into all of this. It's not too late for an intermission, is it?