Even with his eyes covered, Claude's expression still made it clear that he was having a difficult time finding the right words to explain what had been done to him last night. Guy leaned his back against the pew carefully, staring forward at the stained glass as he tried to remain calm and give his friend the time he needed to get his thoughts together. Pushing him wouldn't do much good, and he just hoped that his friend realized that he wasn't obligated to say anything, even something vague.
When Claude started to really speak, Guy sat forward and turned to face him. Even if his friend couldn't see anything, he got the feeling he would at least be able to sense that he was paying full attention to him. When he heard the world heraldry, Guy immediately found himself confused. He knew what the word meant, at least vaguely, due to the conversations he'd had with both Claude and Leon about possibly utilizing it as a new energy source for Auldrant. But the fact that Claude had been made to perform it didn't seem like such a bad thing, except...
He had said before that he didn't know how to use heraldry, didn't he? If that was the case, then what had the doctors done to make that possible?
It didn't take long for Claude to speak up again and explain, and Guy ran his hand over his mouth as he thought it over. Claude had always made it sound like heraldry was something a person could learn with enough practice -- why else would he have suggested it for use in Auldrant, after all? But it seemed clear that whatever had happened last night had been very, very bad, and the compresses over his friend's eyes were the clearest proof of that.
"Why not?" he asked carefully. "I thought it was possible to use it with enough work. And... why were your eyes damaged in the process...?" It was hard to see the correlation there, but Guy knew he was hardly an expert on the subject. He just hoped that Claude would let him know if he was prying too much. He had been planning to tell Claude about his own noteworthy nightshift, but none of that seemed to matter now that he'd been given such terrible news.
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When Claude started to really speak, Guy sat forward and turned to face him. Even if his friend couldn't see anything, he got the feeling he would at least be able to sense that he was paying full attention to him. When he heard the world heraldry, Guy immediately found himself confused. He knew what the word meant, at least vaguely, due to the conversations he'd had with both Claude and Leon about possibly utilizing it as a new energy source for Auldrant. But the fact that Claude had been made to perform it didn't seem like such a bad thing, except...
He had said before that he didn't know how to use heraldry, didn't he? If that was the case, then what had the doctors done to make that possible?
It didn't take long for Claude to speak up again and explain, and Guy ran his hand over his mouth as he thought it over. Claude had always made it sound like heraldry was something a person could learn with enough practice -- why else would he have suggested it for use in Auldrant, after all? But it seemed clear that whatever had happened last night had been very, very bad, and the compresses over his friend's eyes were the clearest proof of that.
"Why not?" he asked carefully. "I thought it was possible to use it with enough work. And... why were your eyes damaged in the process...?" It was hard to see the correlation there, but Guy knew he was hardly an expert on the subject. He just hoped that Claude would let him know if he was prying too much. He had been planning to tell Claude about his own noteworthy nightshift, but none of that seemed to matter now that he'd been given such terrible news.