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[She laughs at his initial jest, but as he goes on to explain further, her expression shifts, and it would seem that he has genuinely surprised her at last— not an easy thing for anyone to do, given how well she takes most things in stride, but at this, her brows arch upwards, eyes widening slightly.

That is news, isn't it?]

Making you heir to two significant territories.

[As if being the future head of the Alliance weren't pressure enough.

She exhales, a low chuckle escaping her as she closes her eyes, a smile pulling at one side of her mouth before she shakes her head a second time and proceeds to pull another bit of fruit free from the piece he'd offered her.]

All this time, I had only thought you a noble of Fodlan, but we are having even more in common than I first thought. Does Brigid have a future ally in Almyra, then?

[A teasing question, naturally; her smile turns impish as she steals a sidelong glance at him.]

[ There it is - the surprise he'd been waiting for, when he finally looks up entirely too casually it's difficult to not feel a bit of pride. Somewhat misplaced pride given this was hardly an active scheme and merely a fact belatedly coming to light, but if every reaction could be like this one: well. Maybe then he wouldn't have had to wait. ]

Well, succession's not quite that simple in Almyra. I have siblings, and my father could choose any of us he finds worthy or none of us if he feels like it. I was on my way to find out what his thoughts on that might've been before ending up here.

[ Something he can't do much about now, needless to say, though it registers with Claude almost as soon as the words are out of his mouth that this is yet another thing they share. Where it differs, though: that Petra will find him in Almyra as his best guess for his destination after departing, but his own reaching out to Brigid might not be so simple. But. Claude's spent enough time dwelling on that lately to where he doesn't want it to take up more space now, so what better way to draw out his supposed contemplation of Petra's question than by taking some time to chew it and (more literally) his own piece of fruit over? ]

I'll consider it just as long as you don't require any tree climbing contests as part of any treaties since I really did mean it about not growing up with tall trees.

[ The smile fades from his face since despite his teasing it still brushes up against another topic he's been dragging his feet on bringing up. To the point where, if Claude allows it, he's aware he'll keep up the avoidance. So much for not letting other things crowd in. ]

Pretend I have a much better segue here, but I learned something recently I need to tell you. The last weekend I was in Nocwich I met someone in Thorne who knew Edelgard and Teach when they were here and also in Thorne. [ This time Claude doesn't let himself fidget, instead studying Petra carefully. ] I haven't told the others yet because I wanted you to know first.

[His remark regarding succession brings to mind a whole new host of questions— Petra herself is unquestionably the heir to Brigid's throne, and has never known any differently. She's been preparing to follow in her grandfather and father's footsteps her entire life, always knowing that she would someday be queen, but it is not so straightforward for Claude. There was a chance he might not inherit his father's throne, and she cannot help but wonder what he might think about that. Was it something he wanted, to guide Almyra in his father's stead, or would he prefer a different path?

Questions for later, perhaps— when the reveal was not so fresh. The fact that he had said it so very casually, made a point of his confession being so lighthearted meant that this might not be the moment for such existential questions.

She laughs softly in response to his insistence about the trees, and allows him to segue without interruption. As he speaks, her expression shifts; while not upset, there's a sense of urgency in her gaze that had not been there before.

Edelgard.]

Edelgard and the Professor were here?

[Without them. Had they been returned to Fodlan? Was there any way of knowing?]

I...

[She pauses, furrowing her brow.]

I am almost thinking it is a cruel twist of fate, that they were not here when we were all arriving. I know that there is much about Edelgard's methods that you and the others may disagree with, but here, away from Fodlan... I am thinking it could have been a chance to talk. To solve problems. With events unfolding differently for all of us, I do not know that it would make any difference... but it is strange, to know she was here and yet we did not see her.

[ A cruel twist of fate: that's a sentiment Claude can relate to in more ways than what Petra likely intends it to mean. It's a thought that's crossed his mind - something he's kept entirely to himself - over the last few months, given there's so much here they can't take home. That he can't take back with him if there ever comes a point where he leaves, and it chafes all over again when it surfaces in his thoughts once more.

That's not the topic now, though. There's a pause while Claude considers what she says, fills a bit of the silence with eating some more of his fruit like it'll help him find something better to say than a truth which is difficult for him to ignore. What he settles on is offering Petra a sorrowful smile. ]

I don't know that it would change much for what I lived, unfortunately, given that the war is over in my time. There's always the chance it might for others where the war hasn't ended yet for them.

[ Like for Petra, but Claude doesn't think he has to say that aloud. The same is true for Sylvain but with Felix being from the future and telling him about it - Claude has his doubts that much turned out differently there. And Hilda - well. His past is destined to be her future. No changes can be made there.

Maybe that's thinking with far too much pessimism much as he wants to call it realism. Maybe it's both. What if they were somehow brought here from much earlier in the war instead? Or from the academy? Could history as they know it be altered so drastically by no longer leaving things unsaid?

With a sigh he looks to the sky above them for a second, thinking. ]

If Edelgard and Teach were here when I arrived, I didn't recognize anything they built in the Horizon. It sounds like they were... here for a decent amount of time. [ A beat, and then he looks back to Petra. ] I don't- there have been others who were summoned here, left, and then came back from what I've heard. It could still happen that they return.

[She's silent for a few moments as she considers his explanation, taking another bite of fruit and chewing it thoughtfully. There is a chance, he says, that they still might return— that anyone who had left this place could.]

Here long enough that they left their mark on people, if not the Horizon. Enough that someone thought to ask after them.

[That in itself is interesting, though she has to wonder what either of them might have chosen to build in the Horizon in the first place. There was also the question of timelines, which they have all come to learn can vary in any number of ways.]

I wonder... which version of Edelgard did these Summoned meet? The friend I remember, or the conqueror that others have spoken of? It is... difficult, for me to imagine her as the latter, but I think... I could understand how she could become that person, without her friends.

Yes, there must have been some kind of impact. All I'd mentioned was Fodlan in passing and he placed it enough in his memory to mention both of them by name which means they must have... shared something about where we're from. That knowledge must not have left Thorne since no one I mentioned Fodlan to in the Free Cities after I arrived seemed familiar with it at all.

[ Not that he hadn't tried; there'd been a few too many instances of where he'd said the continent's name with a bit too much hope before letting that go. Until Petra and Sylvain had arrived too, that is, and then Felix and Hilda. For all his love of information, Claude isn't looking forward to telling the others about this though he knows that he has to.

Especially with that chance they could still return, and even as he watches Petra turn this over and over. The mention of a version startles him though it's an apt term; can Claude himself guarantee he's the same person in each timeline? It seems unlikely if what he knows as history did not happen for whatever those other versions of himself went through, and he can admit this as a truth.

He's silent for a long pause as he thinks. ]

The only thing I've ever been able to narrow down between what we all know is Teach. And that doesn't narrow down much at all given that you and Sylvain remember Teach differently than Hilda and I do, and I haven't asked Felix yet. There has to be a tie there somehow given that for you and Felix I give up the Alliance, but that didn't happen when... Teach was on my side, more or less.

[She nods slowly, considering. It's hard to think that any of them might change dramatically in any of these events; they are who they are, no matter what happens, or so she wants to believe, but what she hears of Edelgard from others, even in passing... it is not so much like the Edelgard she remembers. There are similarities, but perhaps it was the Professor's presence that managed to bring out the best in her? Perhaps that had allowed Edelgard to follow her path as closely as she could, without falling to desperation or having to make concessions in order to benefit from the aid of others.

It is impossible to know for sure without speaking to Edelgard herself. Even then, with events differing as they have, with their memories and experiences all being so varied... how can any of them ever know anything for certain?

She frowns again, taking another sizable bite of her fruit and chewing thoughtfully as she chooses her words, searches her feelings on the situation.]

I am thinking... there is much we cannot know for sure, but that whatever happens, or may have happened, we are all still ourselves. I am thinking that must be true for Edelgard, as well. All that is changing are the circumstances, but our hearts— those are not so easily changed.

[That much, she believes with certainty, and she looks at him squarely.]

Even though I remained with the Empire, I am still being the same Petra you remember from the academy, yes?

[ If it is true, that explains a lot in Claude's mind, in something he keeps to himself. It's also comforting in a double-edged sword kind of way to know that Edelgard's motivations were the same no matter the cause - that they would have still agreed on the things they shared that he'd only learned about through the course of the war. Of course, that also means his disagreement with her on what he couldn't overlook would have also stayed the same. Even that helps as much as it aches.

Claude fills the silence in with eating his own fruit while his mind is still turning everything over. Until Petra turns to face him, that is, and then he stops to study her as she asks a very important question. ]

I don't think you could ever be someone different to me, Petra.

[ That particular answer doesn't take long to find at all, with no need to mask it as anything other than what it is. It's possibly a little too honest if Claude stops to think about it, for what it might reveal which he doesn't intend to do in anything besides his usual deliberate ways. He doesn't feel like retroactively twisting it into anything else, though.

Or not entirely. ]

And by that I mean you could probably still outclimb me when it comes to any tree and same goes for archery, though we'll have to test out the latter sometime in person since the Horizon's taken care of proving the first one.

[ He's not forgotten his earlier slip in the branches on their way up to here even if his pride is no longer smarting from them. That's still winding his way around a point instead of outright saying what it is and Claude knows it, so he offers her a smile. ]

You're still the same person to me.

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