[Claude, don't lean on that, that's rude. Lorenz gives him a Look, and then gives the artist an apologetic one, and then with a casual toss of his hair:]
Ha! I have committed no crimes.
[Truthfully he hasn't bothered to look at the parchment, because he doesn't do crimes, so who honestly cares what might be on there? He's not interested.
Unfortunately (for Claude), he perks up at the mention of Marianne, in a way that suggests pretty plainly that he didn't know she was here until just now. Oho!]
I will speak to her as soon as I'm able. To think, some villain would be cruel enough to subject her to this "criminal" nonsense... [Spiriting him away to this place is one thing, objectively offensive and inconvenient, but Marianne? Dear, sweet Marianne? Lorenz's new crime is going to be swinging a lance at a few heads.
That said. Answer his questions. Jeez. New strat,] How long has she been here?
[ His casualness is almost entirely put-on. The idea of facing the righteous reaction of someone who knows damn well what sort of responsibilities he's left behind isn't an appealing one, and to that end, he sobers considerably. It's something that's caused him no end of worry every day -- for all that others here seem to have moved on with their lives, Claude hasn't been able to do the same, dwelling on home more and more as time goes by. ]
Now Lorenz, just... stay calm when I tell you this. [ Never a good start. He takes a breath. ] Marianne was brought here a few months before I was. And I've been here for an entire calendar year. Though... you don't seem to have missed us.
[ Lorenz's hair is longer than Claude remembers, in fact. If this is more alternate world nonsense, he's going to scream. ]
[Oh, absolutely never a good start. Lorenz finally manages to hold still for this artist, except that he's actually gone very still to stare at Claude, on instinct after being told to stay calm. A terrible sign.]
Pardon?
[A terrible sign and a calendar year! What! That doesn't make an ounce of sense, he'd seen the pair of them so recently he'd have assumed they all arrived within hours of each other, not calendar years. It makes no sense, but even worse than that--]
And you have been frittering away your time here doing what, exactly? Leaving the whole of your duties to others—to me- [obviously.] in such— such tumultuous times, without warning! You know better.
[And yet how could Claude be here for an entire year, when Lorenz is so certain... Well, the disapproval is the same, regardless of the logic or lack thereof. Lorenz pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing. Okay, okay. Logic. He can be fair, mm, now that he's already gotten the mini-lecture out.]
It hasn't been long since I last saw you both. That much is correct. How is this possible?
You could ask the same about every aspect of this place -- how is it possible for us to be spirited away and trapped in some strange place, with no avenue of return that anyone has been able to find? I'll have you know that it hasn't been for any lack of trying. Though if your confidence that I've simply been wasting my time means that you can find a way out when I haven't, then I would gladly shout your praises to whoever would listen.
[ He would, too. He wouldn't like it, maybe, and it would get old, but anything to get out of this place. It's not as though he dislikes it here, per se; there are kind people here, and he's grown very fond of quite a few of them. But would he leave them all behind in a heartbeat if it meant going back home?
It would probably hurt their feelings terribly that the answer is yes, without a doubt. ]
But if we're to talk of such things, I'd much rather speak of them in private. This... portraiture of yours looks to be just about wrapped up anyway. Spitting image, if I do say so myself.
[ In that, at least, he can find the humour. ]
So why don't you collect your things, and we'll retire to someplace with a little more privacy?
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Ha! I have committed no crimes.
[Truthfully he hasn't bothered to look at the parchment, because he doesn't do crimes, so who honestly cares what might be on there? He's not interested.
Unfortunately (for Claude), he perks up at the mention of Marianne, in a way that suggests pretty plainly that he didn't know she was here until just now. Oho!]
I will speak to her as soon as I'm able. To think, some villain would be cruel enough to subject her to this "criminal" nonsense... [Spiriting him away to this place is one thing, objectively offensive and inconvenient, but Marianne? Dear, sweet Marianne? Lorenz's new crime is going to be swinging a lance at a few heads.
That said. Answer his questions. Jeez. New strat,] How long has she been here?
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[ His casualness is almost entirely put-on. The idea of facing the righteous reaction of someone who knows damn well what sort of responsibilities he's left behind isn't an appealing one, and to that end, he sobers considerably. It's something that's caused him no end of worry every day -- for all that others here seem to have moved on with their lives, Claude hasn't been able to do the same, dwelling on home more and more as time goes by. ]
Now Lorenz, just... stay calm when I tell you this. [ Never a good start. He takes a breath. ] Marianne was brought here a few months before I was. And I've been here for an entire calendar year. Though... you don't seem to have missed us.
[ Lorenz's hair is longer than Claude remembers, in fact. If this is more alternate world nonsense, he's going to scream. ]
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Pardon?
[A terrible sign and a calendar year! What! That doesn't make an ounce of sense, he'd seen the pair of them so recently he'd have assumed they all arrived within hours of each other, not calendar years. It makes no sense, but even worse than that--]
And you have been frittering away your time here doing what, exactly? Leaving the whole of your duties to others—to me- [obviously.] in such— such tumultuous times, without warning! You know better.
[And yet how could Claude be here for an entire year, when Lorenz is so certain... Well, the disapproval is the same, regardless of the logic or lack thereof. Lorenz pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing. Okay, okay. Logic. He can be fair, mm, now that he's already gotten the mini-lecture out.]
It hasn't been long since I last saw you both. That much is correct. How is this possible?
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[ He would, too. He wouldn't like it, maybe, and it would get old, but anything to get out of this place. It's not as though he dislikes it here, per se; there are kind people here, and he's grown very fond of quite a few of them. But would he leave them all behind in a heartbeat if it meant going back home?
It would probably hurt their feelings terribly that the answer is yes, without a doubt. ]
But if we're to talk of such things, I'd much rather speak of them in private. This... portraiture of yours looks to be just about wrapped up anyway. Spitting image, if I do say so myself.
[ In that, at least, he can find the humour. ]
So why don't you collect your things, and we'll retire to someplace with a little more privacy?