You look almost as taken aback as I am, [ Claude says, something gently accusatory in his voice as he reaches up to pat her hand fondly. He can't quite read her expression, but there's something else there, isn't there?

He knows things have been strange recently. Eerie, almost, as though they're teetering on the precipice of something new. Perhaps a scant month ago, he would rejoice at the idea; this place has been stagnant for so long that all he's wanted was something new. But now that it seems to be happening, he's not so certain.

Claude tugs her along so that they're away from prying eyes and ears, though he makes no effort to extract her arm from his. ]

You have to tell me what you saw too, okay? Tit for tat. [ That's the way it's always been. A story for a song, right? ] I saw...

[ He closes his eyes. ]

Some sort of battle, I think. I was right there in the middle of it, with... a bow? And a sword? A bunch of armed soldiers were attacking what -- must have been some sort of academy? There were a bunch of people in uniform, all trying to run before they were struck down. They were just kids. [ He shakes his head. ] It all seemed so archaic.

Is that anything like what you saw?