[ At the mention of Gronder, Sylvain winces, immediately knocking back another long swallow of his own drink. He has a feeling they're both going to need more. ]

Shit. No wonder you're drinking. I hadn't even stepped on the field yet before this place yanked me here, but facing that place is enough to give me nightmares, too.

[ He doesn't even mistake Claude's meaning for anything about their childish mock battle there. No, he knows exactly what Claude is referring to, even if he doesn't have the details of what he knows from the other man. He's not sure he wants to know them. Not to mention, nothing seems to go the same in Claude's world, not from how he remembers it. Maybe it was different? ]