He stops when Claude swings out in front of him and grabs his shoulders. As his gaze pulls back from the darkness ahead to the man in front of him, confusion pinches his eyebrows together. Wilhelm looks at the ball of flame in his palm as if realizing only now that he's responsible for the sudden bubble of light that surrounds them. The question gets a shrug out of him. It's not that he doesn't know; it's just that it doesn't strike him as important right now.

"We need to keep going," he mumbles. Despite Claude's grip on his shoulders, his body blocking the path, he pushes forward. Not violently, but matter-of-factly, diverting around the man like a stream around a stone.

They need to get farther away from...

They just need to get farther away.