[ Claude's expression flatlines slightly at Dimitri's dismissal, even though he understands it. Sometimes you don't want your identity and interactions to just be a summation of your most painful moments. If Dimitri were the one handing out "sorry"s about Claude's childhood, he wouldn't want them either.

Sometimes it's enough that someone acknowledges what you've been through, and just soldiers on with you.

With his hands free, he ruffles Dimitri's hair. ]

Only because you asked nicely.

[ Then, his demeanour shifts, brows furrowing as he tries to figure out where to go from here. ]

I know that this—place that we're in isn't real. We're on a magical train... On a journey of self-improvement?

[ But beyond that, the details are fuzzy. He's Claude von Riegan from Almyra, and he left his home to come... Here? To Danaca?

He blinks at Dimitri. ] You and me haven't known each other for years.