Well, not injured. That's not so bad. But... [ Claude drifts closer, concern written plainly on his face. While he often keeps his cards close to his chest, he sees no point in masking the fact that he's confused, he's concerned, and above all else, he'd like to help if he can. He's not what anyone would call the biggest altruist in the world, but nor is he a monster; he cannot abide the sound of someone crying alone. ]

You're still not all right, I'm guessing. [ He walks beside her, leaning his weight on the desk behind them. ] I'm all right -- from somewhere else, somewhere far away. This doesn't touch me in the same way.

[ That's what he tells himself back home too. This isn't your land. You can be steel where others bend. ]

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