[ it doesn't add up. if this was claude's intention from the get-go, why entertain sylvain's company at all for the past months? whether in the guise of claudia, or as himself, there was no need to do so. he could've politely excused himself, could've coldly brushed sylvain off as he does now. there wasn't a reason to be friendly in the first place.
so the explanation leaves sylvain all the more frustrated and bewildered. but if there's one thing he recognizes, that he knows all-too well, it's that claude is protecting himself in his own way. (of course he is. he has no allies of his own here.)
serves him right, his shadow thinks.
alongside the vitriol, however, is a certain understanding of their mutual misfortune. they were both dragged into the fighting, and both suffered consequences for it. and even in death, their decisions continue to haunt them. it's only this shared misfortune that has sylvain letting go and stepping back, instead of attempting to dash his skull against the wall. he doesn't forgive claude, but killing him now won't change the outcome of either of their wars. (maybe he should do it, anyway.)
he ignores his shadow and shrugs on the same mask of disinterest that claude wears. contents himself with the sick sense of vindication in knowing that claude's life's dreams have been shattered. excises any illogical feelings of hurt he may feel. ]
...Message received.
[ it's clear there's no room for further discussion, so he leaves. ]
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so the explanation leaves sylvain all the more frustrated and bewildered. but if there's one thing he recognizes, that he knows all-too well, it's that claude is protecting himself in his own way. (of course he is. he has no allies of his own here.)
serves him right, his shadow thinks.
alongside the vitriol, however, is a certain understanding of their mutual misfortune. they were both dragged into the fighting, and both suffered consequences for it. and even in death, their decisions continue to haunt them. it's only this shared misfortune that has sylvain letting go and stepping back, instead of attempting to dash his skull against the wall. he doesn't forgive claude, but killing him now won't change the outcome of either of their wars. (maybe he should do it, anyway.)
he ignores his shadow and shrugs on the same mask of disinterest that claude wears. contents himself with the sick sense of vindication in knowing that claude's life's dreams have been shattered. excises any illogical feelings of hurt he may feel. ]
...Message received.
[ it's clear there's no room for further discussion, so he leaves. ]