[ It is ominous, and Claude dislikes that he even has to ask this. Hates it a little more every time he has, but it doesn't change that it's still an effective way to find things out - even if he'd stumbled across that by accident without knowing there could be different answers the first time around.
As Marianne talks he listens, face devoid of any expression except that pleasant smile so often meant as a placeholder for something else. By the end of what she says it's less forced than it was before, something a little closer to an actual smile. All of that is a relief he doesn't know how to quantify. Until he considers the question she's asked which is no less loaded than the one he'd asked her first, but that's only fitting to have it sent back his way. ]
I'd have to say both yes and no, and for once in my life that's not because I'm being difficult. I remember what you do, yes. But before I arrived here, what you just described was... several months ago, so no. The year for me was 1187.
[ On second thought - sitting still's a little too difficult so he leans forward enough to scratch the Leosylph under its chin, something that seems to be quite welcome if its eyes squeezing shut happily is any indicator. ]
Hilda came from the day of Gronder, and before the battle. She doesn't know what you and I both do. [ And by extension through that: he also hasn't told her. Yet, as he tells himself again, and yet it's been months and he still hasn't. For this Claude keeps his gaze on the Leosylph with a pensive look on his face. ] It only gets more complicated from there, though. Petra and Sylvain are also here, and Felix was but isn't any longer. Neither of them... well. The easiest way to put it is that both of them remember- lived things differently than we have.
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As Marianne talks he listens, face devoid of any expression except that pleasant smile so often meant as a placeholder for something else. By the end of what she says it's less forced than it was before, something a little closer to an actual smile. All of that is a relief he doesn't know how to quantify. Until he considers the question she's asked which is no less loaded than the one he'd asked her first, but that's only fitting to have it sent back his way. ]
I'd have to say both yes and no, and for once in my life that's not because I'm being difficult. I remember what you do, yes. But before I arrived here, what you just described was... several months ago, so no. The year for me was 1187.
[ On second thought - sitting still's a little too difficult so he leans forward enough to scratch the Leosylph under its chin, something that seems to be quite welcome if its eyes squeezing shut happily is any indicator. ]
Hilda came from the day of Gronder, and before the battle. She doesn't know what you and I both do. [ And by extension through that: he also hasn't told her. Yet, as he tells himself again, and yet it's been months and he still hasn't. For this Claude keeps his gaze on the Leosylph with a pensive look on his face. ] It only gets more complicated from there, though. Petra and Sylvain are also here, and Felix was but isn't any longer. Neither of them... well. The easiest way to put it is that both of them remember- lived things differently than we have.