[ It would be one thing if she was at least trapped in a conversation with a self-aware politician.

Then again, those words might just be a contradiction in and of itself, huh. ]

Claude..

[ It's a little hard to tell the exact emotion in those words. There's something a touch frustrated, an 'are you kidding me right now' sort of expression, even though she can tell that he's being honest, rather than being obtuse on purpose to annoy her. But there's also something a little softer underneath it. Something more worried.

Because she does recognize this. Not even necessarily in a good way, though she feels like Claude's lack of self-awareness about it might mean it's a better case of it than her own.

.. relatively speaking. Which might not be saying much, actually, given how bad Ange's own case is.

But it means she also figures one thing she can ask here. Because she knows her own answer to it. But she also knows that it's bad - yet wrapped up in her sense of self.

Maybe Claude's answer, too, is wrapped up in his own. ]

What is left then, once you fulfil every single ambition you have? [ ... ] Who would you be if you had nothing left to do?