[ This is so stupid, and luckily Claude's confusion and irritation are doing an admirable job at keeping the influences of this car at bay. ]
You don't, do you? Not even when, in between issuing threats, you decided to mention how you wouldn't mind getting on your back in another time and place?
[ Get your priorities straight, idiot. It's still somewhat embarrassing to say out loud, but the hot and cold attitude is getting on his nerves. ]
In any case, it should be no surprise that I don't trust you. But I'm not so scared that I'd focus on that over getting out of here.
Okay I definitely didn't say that. [ Out loud. (He only thought it for a split second... An invasive thought. Everyone has them!! How did Claude—)
...Something's really not adding up here. It's like they're thinking the exact same thing, but somewhere along the way the signals are getting scrambled. As if they're sharing the same wavelength which unfortunately happens to be set to a headache-inducing frequency.
He tries not to glare outright at Claude, though he's also peeved enough that his stare probably comes off sharper than necessary. —And then his eyes widen in surprise when he hears Claude's voice clearly again, despite no indication of him actually talking. He goes still, unintentionally tugging Claude to an abrupt stop. ]
Wait. I... I'm gonna try something.
[ He covers his own mouth with his other hand, while maintaining steady eye contact.
[ It might be dark in this car, but it's not so dark that Claude can't tell exactly what Sylvain is testing. And for a moment, he goes still with disbelief.
But very quickly that disbelief turns into resignation.
Of course..
He just shakes his head, rubbing his temples as he absorbs this new bit of information. ]
There's really nothing sacred in the eyes of this train, is there? [ Not even a guy's thoughts. ] Well...
[ He's going to keep walking, because he really wants to get out of here, and standing in one place is making him anxious. When he continues talking however, he sounds more thoughtful than accusing, ] So you just thought about getting rid of me once we reached the cauldron, instead of saying it out loud.
[ ...One big fat mystery solved, and yet none of their problems have been fixed! Only made that much more convoluted. Sylvain resists the urge to sigh, and tries to piece together a coherent explanation despite the dread that still rattles through him. ]
Uh, no. I was thinking you were gonna get rid of me after we lit the cauldron. You were going on about getting rid of threats in the dark, but I figured there was no way you'd compromise your best chance of getting out of this car.
[ I can't believe I have to even explain this, there's no way he's gonna—you don't believe me, do you. ]
... [ Uuughhhh. ] It's nothing personal.
[ Just used to having a target painted—let's not go there.
...It's really hard to turn off his thoughts now that they're truly racing, and Sylvain is less than thrilled about it. ]
Can we just pretend this never happened? Take a mutual vow of silence?
[ Even though he's sick of singing (see: crystal car), he will start mentally humming if it means not having everything in his brain transmitted where he doesn't want it to go... ]
[ Is silence really going to help in this situation?
He knows that Sylvain means after they leave this car, but he can't stop his thoughts anyway. Still, he doesn't say anything else, not even to tease Sylvain over the stumbling of his thoughts.
His own echo the irritated groan, shifting incomprehensibly between trying to focus on the task at hand, and thinking about how much he hates this. It's way too much intimacy. ]
... I was convinced that you'd get rid of me here, in the dark, where no one would know it was you.
[ He sounds a little like he still believes it. ]
It's not as though you haven't already told me you think I'm some sort of threat to Dimitri.
So... you're paranoid of me, and I'm just as paranoid of you. That's definitely working in our favor.
[ Sylvain dares to laugh again, the sound of it dry and bewildered. But he can't blame Claude for his conjecture, especially after the way their last conversation went. (And it's not as if Sylvain hasn't had troubling thoughts...) ]
Look, I don't think you're actually a threat to Dimitri.
[ Let's be real he could snap us both in half. While Claude is an evasive punk, Sylvain doesn't really get the vibes of nefarious evildoing from him—at least not until he'd stepped foot into this car. (Strange, that.) ]
I was [ feeling sore from—... ] not in a great mood at the time, let's just say.
[ ... ] I guess this is where I say I'm sorry, a few months too late.
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You don't, do you? Not even when, in between issuing threats, you decided to mention how you wouldn't mind getting on your back in another time and place?
[ Get your priorities straight, idiot. It's still somewhat embarrassing to say out loud, but the hot and cold attitude is getting on his nerves. ]
In any case, it should be no surprise that I don't trust you. But I'm not so scared that I'd focus on that over getting out of here.
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...Something's really not adding up here. It's like they're thinking the exact same thing, but somewhere along the way the signals are getting scrambled. As if they're sharing the same wavelength which unfortunately happens to be set to a headache-inducing frequency.
He tries not to glare outright at Claude, though he's also peeved enough that his stare probably comes off sharper than necessary. —And then his eyes widen in surprise when he hears Claude's voice clearly again, despite no indication of him actually talking. He goes still, unintentionally tugging Claude to an abrupt stop. ]
Wait. I... I'm gonna try something.
[ He covers his own mouth with his other hand, while maintaining steady eye contact.
You can still hear me, can't you? ]
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But very quickly that disbelief turns into resignation.
Of course..
He just shakes his head, rubbing his temples as he absorbs this new bit of information. ]
There's really nothing sacred in the eyes of this train, is there? [ Not even a guy's thoughts. ] Well...
[ He's going to keep walking, because he really wants to get out of here, and standing in one place is making him anxious. When he continues talking however, he sounds more thoughtful than accusing, ] So you just thought about getting rid of me once we reached the cauldron, instead of saying it out loud.
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Uh, no. I was thinking you were gonna get rid of me after we lit the cauldron. You were going on about getting rid of threats in the dark, but I figured there was no way you'd compromise your best chance of getting out of this car.
[ I can't believe I have to even explain this, there's no way he's gonna—you don't believe me, do you. ]
... [ Uuughhhh. ] It's nothing personal.
[ Just used to having a target painted—let's not go there.
...It's really hard to turn off his thoughts now that they're truly racing, and Sylvain is less than thrilled about it. ]
Can we just pretend this never happened? Take a mutual vow of silence?
[ Even though he's sick of singing (see: crystal car), he will start mentally humming if it means not having everything in his brain transmitted where he doesn't want it to go... ]
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He knows that Sylvain means after they leave this car, but he can't stop his thoughts anyway. Still, he doesn't say anything else, not even to tease Sylvain over the stumbling of his thoughts.
His own echo the irritated groan, shifting incomprehensibly between trying to focus on the task at hand, and thinking about how much he hates this. It's way too much intimacy. ]
... I was convinced that you'd get rid of me here, in the dark, where no one would know it was you.
[ He sounds a little like he still believes it. ]
It's not as though you haven't already told me you think I'm some sort of threat to Dimitri.
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So... you're paranoid of me, and I'm just as paranoid of you. That's definitely working in our favor.
[ Sylvain dares to laugh again, the sound of it dry and bewildered. But he can't blame Claude for his conjecture, especially after the way their last conversation went. (And it's not as if Sylvain hasn't had troubling thoughts...) ]
Look, I don't think you're actually a threat to Dimitri.
[ Let's be real he could snap us both in half. While Claude is an evasive punk, Sylvain doesn't really get the vibes of nefarious evildoing from him—at least not until he'd stepped foot into this car. (Strange, that.) ]
I was [ feeling sore from—... ] not in a great mood at the time, let's just say.
[ ... ] I guess this is where I say I'm sorry, a few months too late.