[With no one to tell you otherwise. That's the thing, who he is has always been defined by the expectations of others: his mother and father, the royal court, the media. None of them are here. Sometimes Wilhelm feels guilty for how little he misses his parents. They've given him so much, even if half of it is shit he never asked for. Shouldn't all these months away from them start to feel heavy at some point? The most he ever feels is a quiet ache for what their relationship, defined by duty more then love, never was — or regret for all the things he wish he'd had the chance to say.
More dear to him is the opportunity to cut his own path. Maybe all he's done so far is stumble along, but at least it's better than stumbling along the path marked for him back home. His nod in answer to Claude is not dismissive. From his countenance, it's apparent that he's weighing his advice seriously.]
Okay.
[A little smile slips into his expression. Looking away, he lets out an awkward chuckle.]
Um...sorry for dumping all this on you, Claude.
[It's a heavy conversation to have with someone you barely know. But in a weird way, it's easier to talk through these things with someone who has almost no context for his life.]
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More dear to him is the opportunity to cut his own path. Maybe all he's done so far is stumble along, but at least it's better than stumbling along the path marked for him back home. His nod in answer to Claude is not dismissive. From his countenance, it's apparent that he's weighing his advice seriously.]
Okay.
[A little smile slips into his expression. Looking away, he lets out an awkward chuckle.]
Um...sorry for dumping all this on you, Claude.
[It's a heavy conversation to have with someone you barely know. But in a weird way, it's easier to talk through these things with someone who has almost no context for his life.]