[So, what he knows about Claude so far is that the man loves to talk. Which is fine, Wilhelm supposes, since one of them has to fill the quiet. He's better suited to nodding along and interjecting when prompted. Like now, when Claude lobs a question his way.]
I guess so.
[He's positive that an actual sailor would have to know a lot more than just how to time his strokes and maneuver the oars in such a way to maximize efficiency. But it's easier to just agree. Go with the flow. Sliding his hands into his pockets, Wilhelm follows Claude through the next doorway.]
It's honestly not that interesting, where I'm from.
[He never knows what to say when people ask about it. When you're thrown together with dozens of people from as many different worlds, it's natural to be curious about the multitude of paths that led everyone here. But his mind just goes blank, and somehow gets blanker the harder he tries to think of something worthwhile to say.
So instead, he diverts the conversation back to Claude and what is, in his mind, a much more interesting topic.]
no subject
I guess so.
[He's positive that an actual sailor would have to know a lot more than just how to time his strokes and maneuver the oars in such a way to maximize efficiency. But it's easier to just agree. Go with the flow. Sliding his hands into his pockets, Wilhelm follows Claude through the next doorway.]
It's honestly not that interesting, where I'm from.
[He never knows what to say when people ask about it. When you're thrown together with dozens of people from as many different worlds, it's natural to be curious about the multitude of paths that led everyone here. But his mind just goes blank, and somehow gets blanker the harder he tries to think of something worthwhile to say.
So instead, he diverts the conversation back to Claude and what is, in his mind, a much more interesting topic.]
Did you have a dragon back home?