[ Petra asks for what he knows is coming, but it doesn't keep Claude from sighing all the same. He rests both hands against the table, drums a couple fingertips in thought. It won't get easier to discuss this, not with how at some point he'll have to tell her about those nightmares and how both topics are inevitable to Abraxas, and yet he can't help but stall. ]
I suppose you remember the mock battle we had on Gronder Field during the school year reenacting the Battle of the Eagle and Lion. From what I know or rather what I lived, the Deer won it. This also seems to change, depending on who you ask. [ If Petra gets the sense that for someone normally so verbose Claude is now dragging forth the words to tell her what he has to: she'd be right. ] Fate has a terrible sense of humor because we ended up at Gronder again in the war. Across from you, and across from the Kingdom, just like we were all back at school again but with everything at stake then. It was... awful.
[ An understatement, given it was war. While talking his gaze drifts to the table as he now looks without really seeing it. A year isn't long enough for something like this to feel like it's the past. But of some that terribleness - it comes with the cost of knowing he played his part in it and everything after, and in knowing he would make those choices again and again if he had to, each and every time. Each one necessary, deliberate, all the exact same.
Claude blinks back to the present and refocuses on Petra, one eyebrow slightly raised now. ]
In case this is still yet to come for you somehow, I won't say what happened there or after. I didn't tell Sylvain anything past this either. The year for me is 1187, which means that Sylvain is somewhere in 1186 by my guess. That just leaves what year it is for you.
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I suppose you remember the mock battle we had on Gronder Field during the school year reenacting the Battle of the Eagle and Lion. From what I know or rather what I lived, the Deer won it. This also seems to change, depending on who you ask. [ If Petra gets the sense that for someone normally so verbose Claude is now dragging forth the words to tell her what he has to: she'd be right. ] Fate has a terrible sense of humor because we ended up at Gronder again in the war. Across from you, and across from the Kingdom, just like we were all back at school again but with everything at stake then. It was... awful.
[ An understatement, given it was war. While talking his gaze drifts to the table as he now looks without really seeing it. A year isn't long enough for something like this to feel like it's the past. But of some that terribleness - it comes with the cost of knowing he played his part in it and everything after, and in knowing he would make those choices again and again if he had to, each and every time. Each one necessary, deliberate, all the exact same.
Claude blinks back to the present and refocuses on Petra, one eyebrow slightly raised now. ]
In case this is still yet to come for you somehow, I won't say what happened there or after. I didn't tell Sylvain anything past this either. The year for me is 1187, which means that Sylvain is somewhere in 1186 by my guess. That just leaves what year it is for you.