[ There had been something affirming in finding the goddess as hapless and confused, trapped like any mortal. Only, if the goddess of Fodlan, whatever her actual role in the fertility of the land and the success of its people, was at much at this place's mercy, than who or what had caused it? What was the purpose, to what end? The overarching question, that which occupies most of his thoughts, ever bogged, ever spinning out.
His mind might be formidable and his imagination more than capable, but with each day, the likelihood that this ordeal is merely the product of his last breaths, hallucinations of his dying mind, overactive to the last, reduces. He still doubts even he could come up with this. However tantalizing the confirmation of Teach's importance, of how time might have divided, of his dreams realized in another world where Hilda lives.
While Claude has little faith to speak of, while if he would believe he would choose gods that were indifferent to borders and didn't meddle in human affairs, what else could have the power to trap a goddess, if not another god?
The miracle of this place -- his mind keeps at it while Dimitri speaks.
Justice and comfort, an ideal future where they laid their dreams out side by side and understood their commonality. They've yet to encounter anyone from such a world. Claude hasn't much hope, really, but with the rest so improbable, he has wondered whether anything could change, might change, through their actions here, and acted accordingly. So he speaks not of his death, but Edelgard's mercy, to plant the suggestion should she have been otherwise inclined.
So he allows the slim possibility that this half-life of his here might become a second life, a second chance, upon escape, and looks for opportunity.
So when Dimitri speaks of making meaning, it doesn't go far enough for Claude's own idealistic notions, but it resonates. ]
I think you misjudge the value of greed and reduce yourself too much, Dimitri. But if you are only able to dream here, then so be it. I'll help you with your unrealistic dream.
[ Not a bit abashed. ]
In all honesty, my own isn't so different. Though you won't be surprised to hear mine's a little more ambitious.
[ His own here, anyway.
Funny, that he'd come to Garreg Mach in large part to find someone, or someones, who might be useful. Someone to help him reach his dreams. He'd failed, even lost, all but Hilda inevitably drawn to Teach. (And Hilda...)
Now, he offers to help Dimitri with his dream. It's self-serving and it isn't: he wants to believe in the impossible, because this place is impossible. Wants to believe it a real option: resurrection, or at the very least, change.
He wants to, but doesn't. But there's nothing else.
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His mind might be formidable and his imagination more than capable, but with each day, the likelihood that this ordeal is merely the product of his last breaths, hallucinations of his dying mind, overactive to the last, reduces. He still doubts even he could come up with this. However tantalizing the confirmation of Teach's importance, of how time might have divided, of his dreams realized in another world where Hilda lives.
While Claude has little faith to speak of, while if he would believe he would choose gods that were indifferent to borders and didn't meddle in human affairs, what else could have the power to trap a goddess, if not another god?
The miracle of this place -- his mind keeps at it while Dimitri speaks.
Justice and comfort, an ideal future where they laid their dreams out side by side and understood their commonality. They've yet to encounter anyone from such a world. Claude hasn't much hope, really, but with the rest so improbable, he has wondered whether anything could change, might change, through their actions here, and acted accordingly. So he speaks not of his death, but Edelgard's mercy, to plant the suggestion should she have been otherwise inclined.
So he allows the slim possibility that this half-life of his here might become a second life, a second chance, upon escape, and looks for opportunity.
So when Dimitri speaks of making meaning, it doesn't go far enough for Claude's own idealistic notions, but it resonates. ]
I think you misjudge the value of greed and reduce yourself too much, Dimitri. But if you are only able to dream here, then so be it. I'll help you with your unrealistic dream.
[ Not a bit abashed. ]
In all honesty, my own isn't so different. Though you won't be surprised to hear mine's a little more ambitious.
[ His own here, anyway.
Funny, that he'd come to Garreg Mach in large part to find someone, or someones, who might be useful. Someone to help him reach his dreams. He'd failed, even lost, all but Hilda inevitably drawn to Teach. (And Hilda...)
Now, he offers to help Dimitri with his dream. It's self-serving and it isn't: he wants to believe in the impossible, because this place is impossible. Wants to believe it a real option: resurrection, or at the very least, change.
He wants to, but doesn't. But there's nothing else.
Funny. ]