[ He gets back to work while still listening. The amount of injuries extends, Claude quickly realizes even as he's bandaging a particularly nasty one on Sylvain's palm, and the further he follows them up the other's arm with his eyes the more that frustration builds. Not that it wasn't simmering already the longer they've been here with no answers and in horrible conditions, but now it's something he can hone into something more useful.
A weapon, of sorts. Something to wield as it's always been for him even if this time he isn't alone. It takes him a second to unclench his jaw from how it'd set after Sylvain's finished speaking without him even realizing he'd tensed it at some point. ]
That must mean we really can rule out that it's any of the nations responsible for this since I'd like to believe they wouldn't be alright with experimenting on their own citizens. Not that anything makes sense at this point either. [ And not that it hadn't happened in Fodlan, he thinks, brows furrowed as he looks at another deep scrape on Sylvain's other hand before selecting another fabric strip to wrap around it. ] Abraxan citizens don't have the connection to the Singularity like we do so maybe that's it.
[ It's too easy for him to get lost in all of those implications of his own creation what with how many more questions they bring forth. Claude sits back on his heels to appraise where to move next - and it's then he finally notices the bloodstains. That they don't match up. That there are a lot. That it is absolutely cause for alarm as he tries to make sense of each one by moving fabric here and there. ]
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A weapon, of sorts. Something to wield as it's always been for him even if this time he isn't alone. It takes him a second to unclench his jaw from how it'd set after Sylvain's finished speaking without him even realizing he'd tensed it at some point. ]
That must mean we really can rule out that it's any of the nations responsible for this since I'd like to believe they wouldn't be alright with experimenting on their own citizens. Not that anything makes sense at this point either. [ And not that it hadn't happened in Fodlan, he thinks, brows furrowed as he looks at another deep scrape on Sylvain's other hand before selecting another fabric strip to wrap around it. ] Abraxan citizens don't have the connection to the Singularity like we do so maybe that's it.
[ It's too easy for him to get lost in all of those implications of his own creation what with how many more questions they bring forth. Claude sits back on his heels to appraise where to move next - and it's then he finally notices the bloodstains. That they don't match up. That there are a lot. That it is absolutely cause for alarm as he tries to make sense of each one by moving fabric here and there. ]
Wait a minute. Where else are you bleeding?