[For a moment, she doesn't respond; her brow remains furrowed as she attempts to make sense of how they could all remember things so differently. This was far more than confusion or, as she'd heard mention of earlier that day, a discrepancy in timelines. Some things were so different that it was clearly something beyond one of them being a little further along than the others.

It is, she decides, beyond her immediate comprehension. Better that she listens to what Claude has to say— and jarring as it is to hear such things, she believes him regardless.]

Almost a year...

[She echoes him, pursing her lips.]

Tell me, and I will be telling you what else I remember, where I can. This is... it is being very complicated, isn't it? In a different way than the war itself was being.