[Oh. Though he'd guessed that they were friends — given Claude's gregarious nature, he probably knows just about everybody — he hadn't assumed they knew each other from home. From childhood. Wilhelm considers the burning, crumbling structure anew. It must hold so many memories. Briefly, he thinks of his own school, which became a home to him in such a short time.
That was lost too now.
He shoots Sylvain a look.]
So...which one of you got in trouble more?
[Don't ask him where that came from. He's just reaching for a topic that isn't depressing as hell.]
no subject
That was lost too now.
He shoots Sylvain a look.]
So...which one of you got in trouble more?
[Don't ask him where that came from. He's just reaching for a topic that isn't depressing as hell.]