[ His chest hurts with every inhale and exhale, each breath a smarting request for air, and it ignites something back in his memory. Something Claude had been desperately suppressing after making it back to the cavern in not allowing himself to look at for longer than a few seconds, and here it resurfaces again with a vengeance.
It feels like he's been poisoned. The obvious answer to this is that whatever it was in the ritual was responsible. That's not the convoluted path his mind takes as he stares at Sylvain's face when the brightness in his vision fades between thinking of that and how those old gods had made Petra appear as Edelgard. What if this is the reverse, sort of, where it's someone unknown who now looks like Sylvain? Weren't they supposed to ascend to some unnamed gods here?
There's the barest flicker of his gaze to the waterskin before it centers right back on whoever it is he's looking at with that in mind, faulty logic completing the equation he's pieced together. Another calculation because he still doesn't know how long he was out for, and he has no proof of what's in there without seeing it for himself. Better to be wary in an old practice he hasn't called upon since arriving to Abraxas where no one knew who he was. His expression doesn't change from the wariness it's been this entire time as he continues to stare. ]
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It feels like he's been poisoned. The obvious answer to this is that whatever it was in the ritual was responsible. That's not the convoluted path his mind takes as he stares at Sylvain's face when the brightness in his vision fades between thinking of that and how those old gods had made Petra appear as Edelgard. What if this is the reverse, sort of, where it's someone unknown who now looks like Sylvain? Weren't they supposed to ascend to some unnamed gods here?
There's the barest flicker of his gaze to the waterskin before it centers right back on whoever it is he's looking at with that in mind, faulty logic completing the equation he's pieced together. Another calculation because he still doesn't know how long he was out for, and he has no proof of what's in there without seeing it for himself. Better to be wary in an old practice he hasn't called upon since arriving to Abraxas where no one knew who he was. His expression doesn't change from the wariness it's been this entire time as he continues to stare. ]
You drink it first.
[ He also doesn't lower the would-be knife. ]