[It's part shyness, part guarded secrecy that keeps his answers short and shallow. One is his nature, and the other he's learned from life in an unwanted spotlight. His time here has, in many ways, been a break from reality — and from himself. He's perfectly content with being nobody in particular.
When Claude dives into a dissertation on the difference between wyverns and dragons, Wilhelm starts wondering if there's going to be a test at the conclusion of his visit. He's mostly listening, though his attention floats upward to where the dragon — uh, wyvern — makes circles in the sky. At Claude's invitation, he takes a seat on the couch, posture perfectly upright, hands folding and fidgeting in his lap.]
No, only in books and movies and stuff like that. They're not real.
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When Claude dives into a dissertation on the difference between wyverns and dragons, Wilhelm starts wondering if there's going to be a test at the conclusion of his visit. He's mostly listening, though his attention floats upward to where the dragon — uh, wyvern — makes circles in the sky. At Claude's invitation, he takes a seat on the couch, posture perfectly upright, hands folding and fidgeting in his lap.]
No, only in books and movies and stuff like that. They're not real.