[ The description is sparse, but it's enough to confirm what he'd expected: the Byleth here was not the one he knows. It brings him no peace as he worries the thought in his mind as it stings all over again. What Thancred's said also doesn't really narrow anything down at all, he realizes too late. Was it Sylvain's Byleth? Or Petra's? Or somehow yet another Byleth entirely?
Can't do anything about that now. Claude has the feeling - because this would be true for him, were the situations reversed - parrying with yet another question in return will be far too evasive. That leaves answering what Thancred's asked with neutrality, as much as can be had, to leave room for questions he's certain will follow. ]
Some years ago, I attended an academy my grandfather sent me to as part of being named his heir to a place called the Leicester Alliance. Edelgard was my fellow student and the princess of a neighboring nation, and the prince of yet another kingdom was also there. There was a war in Fodlan, as you may or may not know. It interrupted our school year, to say the least, and we each returned home to claim our titles.
[ The drinks are delivered and he nods to the server gratefully. It's a brief interruption but it still allows Claude valuable seconds to continue putting together his explanation. No need to reveal everything all at once if he can (mostly) dodge the topic of war for time being. ]
Byleth was a mercenary who was hired as a professor. I know him as a man about my height who taught my house at the academy - the house being other students from the Alliance. But several others from Fodlan know the Byleth you described, and she was also their professor in what they remember. [ Which is confusing enough, but time to make it worse. ] And when I say that she was their professor, I also mean that they lived different things than I did beyond simply that once the war came even though I remember them quite clearly as fellow students from back then.
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Can't do anything about that now. Claude has the feeling - because this would be true for him, were the situations reversed - parrying with yet another question in return will be far too evasive. That leaves answering what Thancred's asked with neutrality, as much as can be had, to leave room for questions he's certain will follow. ]
Some years ago, I attended an academy my grandfather sent me to as part of being named his heir to a place called the Leicester Alliance. Edelgard was my fellow student and the princess of a neighboring nation, and the prince of yet another kingdom was also there. There was a war in Fodlan, as you may or may not know. It interrupted our school year, to say the least, and we each returned home to claim our titles.
[ The drinks are delivered and he nods to the server gratefully. It's a brief interruption but it still allows Claude valuable seconds to continue putting together his explanation. No need to reveal everything all at once if he can (mostly) dodge the topic of war for time being. ]
Byleth was a mercenary who was hired as a professor. I know him as a man about my height who taught my house at the academy - the house being other students from the Alliance. But several others from Fodlan know the Byleth you described, and she was also their professor in what they remember. [ Which is confusing enough, but time to make it worse. ] And when I say that she was their professor, I also mean that they lived different things than I did beyond simply that once the war came even though I remember them quite clearly as fellow students from back then.