Although Claude had plenty of experience with handling weapons, his sword felt unusually heavy as he trudged through the hall. Even though he wasn't moving that fast, his pulse raced, and he had to admit that he felt a bit clammy. Was it because of his illness? Or was he nervous about facing Guy now that the rash creeping up his arm was in plain sight?
It was true that Claude could have gone out of his way to hide the more visible symptoms, but he didn't want to do that around his friends, least of all Guy. After all, they'd made a promise, and he hadn't exactly been making a conscious effort to lie about what was happening to him before now. He sure as hell wasn't going to start now.
When he caught sight of Guy, he tried to muster a smile. "Hey..." Maybe he should have sounded more enthused, but Claude honestly felt like he was running on empty tonight, and he knew they would probably have a long night ahead of them.
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Although Claude had plenty of experience with handling weapons, his sword felt unusually heavy as he trudged through the hall. Even though he wasn't moving that fast, his pulse raced, and he had to admit that he felt a bit clammy. Was it because of his illness? Or was he nervous about facing Guy now that the rash creeping up his arm was in plain sight?
It was true that Claude could have gone out of his way to hide the more visible symptoms, but he didn't want to do that around his friends, least of all Guy. After all, they'd made a promise, and he hadn't exactly been making a conscious effort to lie about what was happening to him before now. He sure as hell wasn't going to start now.
When he caught sight of Guy, he tried to muster a smile. "Hey..." Maybe he should have sounded more enthused, but Claude honestly felt like he was running on empty tonight, and he knew they would probably have a long night ahead of them.