[ Sylvain sags against the bar, scraping a hand over his face as he tries to wrap his head around this. It doesn't make any sense, not that much has in this place but this...
He wonders if he's included in that answer. Although Claude hadn't seemed shocked to see him when he'd shown up, not like one would expect, when seeing a ghost. But what did he know? Claude had always been good at hiding his true thoughts about things and maybe Sylvain had been too off his game to notice anything beyond the surface.
He didn't want to think about what this meant for the rest of the Lions. Annette. Mercy. Dedue. Ashe. Ingrid. Dimitri. Felix. He had friends in the other Houses too, of course, but those from Faerghus... many of them he'd grown up with since he was young. And then the years together since then...
He reached for the bottle, refilling his glass again, his expression unusually grim, his eyes a little glassy with emotions he was trying not to let fester right now. The whispers were taunting at the edges of his mind again, that new horrible information something easy to latch onto. To drag through his guilt and regrets all over again. ]
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[ Sylvain sags against the bar, scraping a hand over his face as he tries to wrap his head around this. It doesn't make any sense, not that much has in this place but this...
He wonders if he's included in that answer. Although Claude hadn't seemed shocked to see him when he'd shown up, not like one would expect, when seeing a ghost. But what did he know? Claude had always been good at hiding his true thoughts about things and maybe Sylvain had been too off his game to notice anything beyond the surface.
He didn't want to think about what this meant for the rest of the Lions. Annette. Mercy. Dedue. Ashe. Ingrid. Dimitri. Felix. He had friends in the other Houses too, of course, but those from Faerghus... many of them he'd grown up with since he was young. And then the years together since then...
He reached for the bottle, refilling his glass again, his expression unusually grim, his eyes a little glassy with emotions he was trying not to let fester right now. The whispers were taunting at the edges of his mind again, that new horrible information something easy to latch onto. To drag through his guilt and regrets all over again. ]
We're going to need a bigger bottle.