[ Truthfully - and as though he has anything to do with the actual act of flying - he's going to take what Geralt says as a compliment. The smile he (somewhat) hides by taking another drink might say as much, too, and it's tempting to go on about that some more.
Or would be, if it wasn't for any number of thoughts rattling around his mind. A default state in needing to contemplate this or that at any given moment and one Claude's learned to refine, but being here in a place Geralt calls home clarifies a few of them into something more coherent than fragments.
It still takes him a second to contemplate what to say in a different way of clearing his head and something which might not sound as circular as some thoughts he's voiced before when this time it's not his aim. ]
I've been thinking a lot about our conversation in the Nether, the one about making plans. Of which I haven't made any, [ just to add that in there quickly since the clarification probably can't hurt, ] though I've been thinking about the ones I had. Where I grew up wasn't Fodlan but a country which shared a border and plenty of strife between both to go with it. I realized the other day that if you count time spent here, it's been something like a decade since I've been home. It was close enough to that in Fodlan, too.
[ His drink temporarily set aside, Claude offers a brief and vague wave of one hand then adds, ] But I've also started to think that considering here home wouldn't be inaccurate or undesired, even at the cost of what was left behind by being brought here.
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Or would be, if it wasn't for any number of thoughts rattling around his mind. A default state in needing to contemplate this or that at any given moment and one Claude's learned to refine, but being here in a place Geralt calls home clarifies a few of them into something more coherent than fragments.
It still takes him a second to contemplate what to say in a different way of clearing his head and something which might not sound as circular as some thoughts he's voiced before when this time it's not his aim. ]
I've been thinking a lot about our conversation in the Nether, the one about making plans. Of which I haven't made any, [ just to add that in there quickly since the clarification probably can't hurt, ] though I've been thinking about the ones I had. Where I grew up wasn't Fodlan but a country which shared a border and plenty of strife between both to go with it. I realized the other day that if you count time spent here, it's been something like a decade since I've been home. It was close enough to that in Fodlan, too.
[ His drink temporarily set aside, Claude offers a brief and vague wave of one hand then adds, ] But I've also started to think that considering here home wouldn't be inaccurate or undesired, even at the cost of what was left behind by being brought here.