[As Sylvain waxes nostalgic for the school still burning beyond the field, Wilhelm nods. When he was told he'd be sent to Hillerska, he'd thrown a fit. I'm not going to some fucking boarding school. Then...everything changed. He fell in love and his whole life shifted. He found himself and lost himself every other week. Meanwhile, the friends he'd been so reluctant to leave behind in Stockholm hardly ever checked up on him.
As for Sylvain's question—]
No, Thorne.
[Some guilt creeps into Wilhelm's expression, as if this might be a crime in this time of escalating conflict.]
I accidentally wandered into his spot here in the Horizon once. [He laughs a little.] He let me stay for tea.
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As for Sylvain's question—]
No, Thorne.
[Some guilt creeps into Wilhelm's expression, as if this might be a crime in this time of escalating conflict.]
I accidentally wandered into his spot here in the Horizon once. [He laughs a little.] He let me stay for tea.