Not at all. As long as I'm alive, I'm a threat to the throne. And they're not wrong to think so, either. I fully intend to prove my worth and lead as the next successor. But it's not as though I'm sending assassins after them, [ Claude says with a roll of his eyes, as though discussing the sort of sibling squabbles that end with ruined clothing and one of them kicked mercilessly in the shins. ]

Either they want to eliminate all threats, or they know me well enough that they realize that no matter how long I stay away, I will always come back.

[ Fodlan is... fine. It's a home. But it's not his home. He will always return. If he falls in battle, he hopes word will come back to Nader, at least, and his bones will be laid where they belong. He smiles. ]

I am my father's favourite. It's smart to take me out while they can.