[ Sylvain isn't surprised that Claude wrenches away from him, and the bitter lash of disappointment he feels isn't new. Of course he doesn't want anything to do with Sylvain, he never has. This—their little friendship—has all been no more than a silly fabrication.

But it doesn't stop Sylvain from desperately wanting to help Claude. Because he seems troubled, because a part of Sylvain still believes they've grown up together all their lives. ...Because Claude's reasons for acting the way he does seem so painfully obvious in retrospect, that Sylvain can't really stay resentful. (After all, isn't he himself very much the same way? Distrustful by nature, isolated by habit.)

He can't just ignore what he's seen, even if Claude tries to. ]

I— [ Wait, of all things to remember he had to go there? Sylvain sputters for a moment, blinking wide. ] That was a one-time thing!

[ If Claude had been trying to derail the conversation he has stunningly succeeded. Sylvain drags his hand over his face, lingering over his jaw. ]

And besides, [ you started it ] you were trying to rip out my innards.

[ Two wrongs... make a right...? ] ...Tell me you remember something else.