Our old enemies could arrive, true... but I find that's not something I'm too worried about. When it comes to my enemies, it's nothing personal. Maybe underneath different circumstances, we could even be cordial with one another, if not friends. Without our territories at stake, I doubt they'll be terribly invested in my ruin, nor I in theirs. Killing me would put them in a sticky situation here, after all, without a war to blame. I'd make sure of it.

[ It's what he's said, over and over again. It's nothing personal. The words may ring hollow as soldiers die on the battlefield for something that's not personal, but the discomfort around it don't make it any less true. He can only imagine if he and Edelgard were to run into each other here, they would work together to return home...

So they could return to war, no doubt. But such is politics. ]

You, however, are in a different situation. [ Claude raises one hand to toy with some of the hair hanging over his face, habitually coquettish. This man doesn't seem very trustworthy at all, mainly because he's advertised the fact, which makes him all the more fascinating, glowing eye and all. It's been too long since Claude's been able to speak with someone else with a barb or two. ] I have to admit, I'm curious. It sounds as though you have ambitions, even in this new world. Or just old grudges that need to be settled...?