On the contrary, aren't the actions we take most revealing of our true selves? Talk is cheap.

[ Lucky for Ange who is, despite Claude's greatest efforts, trying to help him -- trapped in a philosophical conversation with a politician, the sort of fate one would only wish on their worst enemies. Worse yet is that cursed with honesty as he is, Claude truly believes it. ]

And from a certain perspective, being here is fulfilling that ambition! We're out here to explore the city, something we need to do as a means of figuring this place out well enough to escape, which I've got to do to get back home and finish what needs to be done. So, you know.

[ But his expression softens, just a little. ]

I'd be talking with you anyway. But not everything we do is a reflection of ourselves. Unless my true self is enjoying someone else's company? [ He scratches at his chin. ] It may not cover everything, Ange. But it covers most things.

[ Claude may not seem like the sort who's thrown away his life in the same way that Ange has -- but that's another way in which they're wretchedly similar. It is easy when they're born into families like theirs, to stop seeing themselves as people. After all, nobody else does. ]