[He stumbles out of Steve's hold, hands still shaped in fists ready to fly. But that question is like a pebble wedged in the whirring cogs of his mind. His expression falters into confusion. The gods have chosen you. Who had said that? The night of the ritual is all a dark smear in his memory. He only remembers after, hobbling through the tunnel with Claude, his head turned against the man's shoulder. He thinks he must have blacked out.]
I just know. [The way he says it, he's trying to convince himself too.] It's...it's the best chance we have. Erik said—
[Shaking his head, he stops abruptly. Wilhelm knows it sounds crazy to claim your dead brother as a reliable source of information. But he'd never seen his ghost before, and he desperately wants it to mean something.]
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I just know. [The way he says it, he's trying to convince himself too.] It's...it's the best chance we have. Erik said—
[Shaking his head, he stops abruptly. Wilhelm knows it sounds crazy to claim your dead brother as a reliable source of information. But he'd never seen his ghost before, and he desperately wants it to mean something.]