[ Sylvain gawks openly at Claude, sorely tempted to let go of his hand and navigate the rest of the way to the cauldron by the puny light of his phone. (If only it worked that way...) ]

What? [ That's definitely Claude's idea?! ] Why would I do that? In case you've forgotten, we won't get off this train until our numbers go down.

[ By that logic... It wouldn't make sense for Claude to murder him in cold blood either... Ugh, this makes no damn sense.

He has to make a dedicated effort to release the bruising pressure he's applying to Claude's hand, and keep his wits about him. ]

I don't want anything from you. But if you don't trust me then feel free to let go whenever.

[ What difference does it make where you're from. This is so stupid. ]