His eyebrows briefly knit together in frustration when Guy reached for his wrists, but he didn't outwardly protest. Claude knew he meant well -- and that he was probably right. It was just hard to ignore them when hot moisture was collecting behind his eyelids, and his eyeballs felt like they were covered in sand. Still, he knew he ought to appreciate his friend looking out for him, which was why he made himself relax his hands once Guy had set them in his lap.
"I know," he said hoarsely with a pale, albeit somewhat apologetic, smile. "I'll try to remember that."
Hearing Guy's questions on top of the ones floating around his head only added to the uncertainty of the situation. Claude was sure last night wasn't the first time someone's DNA had been altered for this kind of purpose, but that didn't mean he knew what to expect, or what the long-term consequences would be. As he quietly mulled it over, he tried to bite back a sigh, but only half succeeded as his shoulders sagged a little under the weight of what he was contending with.
Finally, he gave a slow shake of his head in response. "I can't say." If it was done improperly, his body could reject it, and it would probably kill him later down the line. But that wasn't something he felt comfortable voicing aloud, for both their sakes. At any rate, he suspected the doctors were too invested in all this to needlessly destroy their subjects, so it was possible he would have to live with the consequences of this for a long time to come.
"I just know I can do at least one spell now," he added. "Maybe another. But I..." Claude trailed off a moment, losing his train of thought. It was hard to sort through his feelings on the issue, which made it even more difficult to articulate them to someone.
"I'm sorry..." Leaning forward a little, he ran a hand through his hair. "I don't want you to have to worry about this, Guy." Claude wasn't sure he would have even gone into this much detail if it weren't for the fact that saying nothing had a tendency to let other people's imaginations run away with them, making them fear the worst. Plus there was no denying what had happened, especially with the condition his eyes were in, and the crest that was tattooed beneath his sleeve. Lying about it to someone who knew better, much less Guy, of all people, would only make things look worse.
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"I know," he said hoarsely with a pale, albeit somewhat apologetic, smile. "I'll try to remember that."
Hearing Guy's questions on top of the ones floating around his head only added to the uncertainty of the situation. Claude was sure last night wasn't the first time someone's DNA had been altered for this kind of purpose, but that didn't mean he knew what to expect, or what the long-term consequences would be. As he quietly mulled it over, he tried to bite back a sigh, but only half succeeded as his shoulders sagged a little under the weight of what he was contending with.
Finally, he gave a slow shake of his head in response. "I can't say." If it was done improperly, his body could reject it, and it would probably kill him later down the line. But that wasn't something he felt comfortable voicing aloud, for both their sakes. At any rate, he suspected the doctors were too invested in all this to needlessly destroy their subjects, so it was possible he would have to live with the consequences of this for a long time to come.
"I just know I can do at least one spell now," he added. "Maybe another. But I..." Claude trailed off a moment, losing his train of thought. It was hard to sort through his feelings on the issue, which made it even more difficult to articulate them to someone.
"I'm sorry..." Leaning forward a little, he ran a hand through his hair. "I don't want you to have to worry about this, Guy." Claude wasn't sure he would have even gone into this much detail if it weren't for the fact that saying nothing had a tendency to let other people's imaginations run away with them, making them fear the worst. Plus there was no denying what had happened, especially with the condition his eyes were in, and the crest that was tattooed beneath his sleeve. Lying about it to someone who knew better, much less Guy, of all people, would only make things look worse.