[ The subject of tragedy and pitiful, angry stares - until then Claude was putting up a valiant effort to not outwardly react, but that: it feels like having a mirror reflected back at him. Not unpleasantly so; regardless, whatever mask he'd had on his face cracks as he sits back again. It's a reminder of what being here has offered him, this chance to find others who understand in ways those who had not gone through the same could not. That revelation, however, might have to wait until another time. ]
Turns out I had to win a war for that path, even if I wasn't part of starting it in the first place. [ Dryly and on that topic of honor while Claude considers his fallen defenses and what else to add with what Wanda's told him which he assumes come from the same place of understanding. ] But I came in search of power to make my dream happen and to end a different war and conflict I'd grown up with. Something that could've only been done with my Crest, and when I came to Fodlan I found something else to fight for alongside what else I wanted.
[ The explanation of which could take much longer than a weekend in Nocwich could provide far before getting into the intricacies of what Petra and Sylvain have told him. How things overlap and then divert in ways which can't be reconciled, how even more complicated they all become from there.
He's quiet another moment, this time more visibly thinking things over while taking a sip of his forgotten drink. This time he thinks of that glimpse of a nightmare and of Wanda's first visit, what it all might mean. ]
There's plenty of people who didn't and who never will think that what I did was honorable. Of course, I thought the same about who we were opposing since it wasn't until I knew her reasons that I understood why she had chosen her own path. I don't know if the same can be said for what yours is, but if Fodlan's war taught me anything it's that there can still be honor in the things someone else might disagree with.
[ All of that in getting to the actual point here, because - ]
But your secrets are also your own until you choose to share them, and what you've told me already? Won't be shared with anyone else either.
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Turns out I had to win a war for that path, even if I wasn't part of starting it in the first place. [ Dryly and on that topic of honor while Claude considers his fallen defenses and what else to add with what Wanda's told him which he assumes come from the same place of understanding. ] But I came in search of power to make my dream happen and to end a different war and conflict I'd grown up with. Something that could've only been done with my Crest, and when I came to Fodlan I found something else to fight for alongside what else I wanted.
[ The explanation of which could take much longer than a weekend in Nocwich could provide far before getting into the intricacies of what Petra and Sylvain have told him. How things overlap and then divert in ways which can't be reconciled, how even more complicated they all become from there.
He's quiet another moment, this time more visibly thinking things over while taking a sip of his forgotten drink. This time he thinks of that glimpse of a nightmare and of Wanda's first visit, what it all might mean. ]
There's plenty of people who didn't and who never will think that what I did was honorable. Of course, I thought the same about who we were opposing since it wasn't until I knew her reasons that I understood why she had chosen her own path. I don't know if the same can be said for what yours is, but if Fodlan's war taught me anything it's that there can still be honor in the things someone else might disagree with.
[ All of that in getting to the actual point here, because - ]
But your secrets are also your own until you choose to share them, and what you've told me already? Won't be shared with anyone else either.