The lack of glare from Dias wasn't lost on Claude. Actually, it surprised him a little. He'd expected some kind of reaction at the very least. Granted, it was probably for the best, seeing that Claude might have felt the need to retort somehow, and they definitely didn't have time for that sort of thing right now. Still...
I must have touched on a nerve, he thought to himself with a small frown. He knew how Dias didn't trust himself to protect the people he loved. He'd left Rena in his care back on the front lines, after all. Was he blaming himself for what happened to Ashton? Did he feel guilty for not knowing a better way to help him?
He hoped not. As irritated as Claude was that he didn't have more information, he certainly didn't blame Dias for what was happening tonight. If anyone deserved the blame, it was Martin Landel.
But now wasn't the time to focus on who was at fault, or who wasn't. They had a door to break down. As Leon moved out of the way, the blond patted him on the shoulder. "I really appreciate your being here with us, Leon," Claude said, though not entirely because the boy probably felt frustrated by his dampened abilities. It was mostly because there was no telling what was going to be waiting for them on the other side of that door...or what was going to happen to them once they barged into the hallway.
"Okay, then," he said, glancing towards Dias. "On the count of three, we bust in together." He licked his lips. "One. Two. Three!" As soon as that last number left his mouth, he slammed his body into the door, sure that Dias was doing the same.
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I must have touched on a nerve, he thought to himself with a small frown. He knew how Dias didn't trust himself to protect the people he loved. He'd left Rena in his care back on the front lines, after all. Was he blaming himself for what happened to Ashton? Did he feel guilty for not knowing a better way to help him?
He hoped not. As irritated as Claude was that he didn't have more information, he certainly didn't blame Dias for what was happening tonight. If anyone deserved the blame, it was Martin Landel.
But now wasn't the time to focus on who was at fault, or who wasn't. They had a door to break down. As Leon moved out of the way, the blond patted him on the shoulder. "I really appreciate your being here with us, Leon," Claude said, though not entirely because the boy probably felt frustrated by his dampened abilities. It was mostly because there was no telling what was going to be waiting for them on the other side of that door...or what was going to happen to them once they barged into the hallway.
"Okay, then," he said, glancing towards Dias. "On the count of three, we bust in together." He licked his lips. "One. Two. Three!" As soon as that last number left his mouth, he slammed his body into the door, sure that Dias was doing the same.