[Linhardt wishes Claude would stop watching him: it always gives him an irrational urge to do something obscene or inappropriate. Like stick a finger up his nose. Sometimes he thinks he has something on his shirt which isn't an issue right now.]
It's fine.
[Given this is Linhardt - he of the thousands of complaints, he might as well as have been gushing.
I have somewhere to stay, there are libraries, and nobody is bothering me.
[It hasn't hit Linhardt yet that it's because for once in his life he's considered to be behaving so far - he's been staying in the castle and happily absorbing himself in magical theory. He sleeps a lot, but most other moments are spent working on magic and research. He isn't hiding anything yet and he's so allergic to politics he hasn't gotten on anyone's bad side. Like Bernadetta in a land that forbade talking.]
Thorne does brag about their magical prowess, but I don't consider them a credible source on their own power. Not many nations would say 'yes, this is our weakness'.
[Another thing Linhardt appreciates about Claude is that the other man maintains a healthy skepticism.]
Don't believe in magic.
[It's not a question. In Linhardt: 'What.']
Do they also disbelieve in rain? Or comets?
[Magic objectively exists. It doesn't need to be 'believed in'. If belief were necessary, Linhardt is certain his healing magic wouldn't work: He can't imagine Sothis bestowing power on the man fighting against her children.
Linhardt inhales sharply when Claude says that physics is malleable in Horizon. In that moment it's obvious why Linhardt and Caspar are best friends as something in the healer looks ecstatic and he's momentarily infused with energy and excitement. He's going to make so many weird topographical shapes.]
This is going to save. So. Much. Time.
It is similar to...to a magical math machine.
[Don't tell Linhardt about calculators.]
I see. Are you going to take me or should I ask Hilda?
[Either or. If Claude, he doesn't have to initiate contact. But Hilda would likely be a far more relaxing companion. Everything in life involves trade-offs.]
I'm glad there are fish. What about the teacher's offices?
no subject
It's fine.
[Given this is Linhardt - he of the thousands of complaints, he might as well as have been gushing.
I have somewhere to stay, there are libraries, and nobody is bothering me.
[It hasn't hit Linhardt yet that it's because for once in his life he's considered to be behaving so far - he's been staying in the castle and happily absorbing himself in magical theory. He sleeps a lot, but most other moments are spent working on magic and research. He isn't hiding anything yet and he's so allergic to politics he hasn't gotten on anyone's bad side. Like Bernadetta in a land that forbade talking.]
Thorne does brag about their magical prowess, but I don't consider them a credible source on their own power. Not many nations would say 'yes, this is our weakness'.
[Another thing Linhardt appreciates about Claude is that the other man maintains a healthy skepticism.]
Don't believe in magic.
[It's not a question. In Linhardt: 'What.']
Do they also disbelieve in rain? Or comets?
[Magic objectively exists. It doesn't need to be 'believed in'. If belief were necessary, Linhardt is certain his healing magic wouldn't work: He can't imagine Sothis bestowing power on the man fighting against her children.
Linhardt inhales sharply when Claude says that physics is malleable in Horizon. In that moment it's obvious why Linhardt and Caspar are best friends as something in the healer looks ecstatic and he's momentarily infused with energy and excitement. He's going to make so many weird topographical shapes.]
This is going to save. So. Much. Time.
It is similar to...to a magical math machine.
[Don't tell Linhardt about calculators.]
I see. Are you going to take me or should I ask Hilda?
[Either or. If Claude, he doesn't have to initiate contact. But Hilda would likely be a far more relaxing companion. Everything in life involves trade-offs.]
I'm glad there are fish. What about the teacher's offices?