[ They're moving to his bedroom because Claude doesn't want to disturb his suite mate who may or may not exist. He takes a seat on the only available chair, waiting to see if Dimitri sits down on the bed or opts to stand awkwardly. ]

I think there's plenty of reason to believe that it isn't the afterlife. But maybe it is an afterlife of sorts. To be honest, after discovering that we're all from different versions of Fódlan, I'm inclined to believe that anything is possible.

[ He makes a face before sipping his tea, thoughtful still. ]

... Including leaving this place. Maybe. Maybe that's just denial about being dead. [ Who knows, it's all very confusing. ] Have you got a soulmate, Dimitri?