At that he hums his agreement. Unlike the decision of what to do with the acolytes who remained steadfast in their beliefs which had wreaked so much horror upon them, this decision was easy. The only right thing to do in Claude's mind is to make sure nothing can thrive on this place. That there's nothing for anyone to return to, and nothing left to be looked for if anyone tries to look.

It's also, just maybe, his own hope that leaving it behind as a shell of what it might've once been before their imprisonment that it'll be enough to replace what's etched in his memory and put it to as close to rest as possible.

And it's with that in mind that it's immediately on the tip of his tongue to suggest that Wilhelm's better off not knowing. In the same instant he knows that's not necessarily true. A fear of the unknown, of what might be lurking in shadows, of his mind inventing things to fill in the gaps where he had no knowledge of something happening - all things Claude's too painfully familiar with and after he grasps Wilhelm's hand he squeezes it for more reassurance.

"Do you want to know?" That's not a question he asks lightly after a small stretch of silence passes where he debates what to say and lands on this. "Someday, I mean, if not now. I won't pretend that knowing helps, but I know what it feels like to not and what that can do in its place."