I suppose alchemical experiments aren't- [ Wait a minute. Maybe he can't deny that after all. ] Well. I was going to say I'm not familiar with that, but healing potions are just the inverse reaction now that I think about it.

[ Assuming there's actual logic there, and not fever convincing him something irrational makes sense as it'd been when they were underground. Claude watches the binding, focuses again on the discomfort in hopes it's bringing clarity.

For a bit he doesn't add anything else to that remark, thoughts wandering to Lysithea and the Agarthans - what they'd managed. What she had explained around but had been clear enough to him, and again he draws the parallels he'd traced over and over in the pit. ]

Unfortunately, the ones I know of which come closest from Fodlan involve blood. There are... certain gifts carried down through bloodlines. Some had designs to see about offering them to others. Or combining them.

[ There's more to it than that, but - it's bleak. They have enough dismal things to deal with here on this mountainside, so instead Claude just sighs. ]

At least that wasn't the case here even if the specifics of what was done are unknown. Or how it made us see things others didn't, like the way out.