[ Her first thought upon seeing Claude — or rather, upon seeing that memory of Claude's youth — is which one?
She immediately dismisses it because does it really matter? Claude is Claude; she'd handle it the same way regardless. Besides, deep down, hadn't she always known? It was the secret she'd turned a blind eye towards again and again. What was one more time?
As Hilda approaches, she makes sure her footsteps are heavy, alerting him to her presence before she even speaks. ]
It's showing people memories, apparently.
[ She tips her head to the side, peering over at him quietly for a moment. Which one, which one . . .
a pause, and then she points up at a firefly passing by. ]
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She immediately dismisses it because does it really matter? Claude is Claude; she'd handle it the same way regardless. Besides, deep down, hadn't she always known? It was the secret she'd turned a blind eye towards again and again. What was one more time?
As Hilda approaches, she makes sure her footsteps are heavy, alerting him to her presence before she even speaks. ]
It's showing people memories, apparently.
[ She tips her head to the side, peering over at him quietly for a moment. Which one, which one . . .
a pause, and then she points up at a firefly passing by. ]
Those little guys.