Luckily, it didn't look like his hands-on approach had bothered Claude too much. Guy wasn't sure if it was his business to be telling the younger man what to do, but he'd only spoken up because he was concerned. Chances were Claude's eyes were in a pretty delicate state right now, and if he wanted them to heal properly, the best thing to do was just leave them alone. It seemed like even if Claude was obviously pretty distressed after what had been done to him, he still had enough common sense to hear out someone else's advice.
Of course, it wasn't like that meant all was well. Guy watched as his friend slumped in his seat, noticing how defeated his body language was. Landel's really didn't let up, did it? First the zombies, then the coliseum, and now this. Guy almost wanted to entertain the idea that Landel was specifically targeting him and his friends, but he knew that wasn't true. The sad truth was that everyone here was probably going through their own version of this.
As expected, Claude didn't know very much more than he did, which meant that they would have to deal with the mystery of it, constantly on their toes as they anticipated a reaction to the alterations. Granted, that was sort of how he felt about the Curse Slot, though it looked like he was in the clear with that for now. He didn't suspect that Sync had forgotten, but it was very possible that it just wasn't working for him.
But Claude could do a spell as a result of this, which was interesting. While that might have counted as useful under different circumstances, that definitely wasn't the case when it had been forced upon him like this, and most likely at a huge risk.
In the end, Claude didn't get much further in his guesswork, but instead lapsed into an apology. Guy frowned -- was he really falling into that after what he'd just been put through? "Don't apologize," he said, a bit more firmly than he'd originally planned. "You shouldn't have to deal with this on your own, and I'll be there in any way that I can." He still didn't have much of an idea of what he could do, but that wasn't going to stop him from making the offer.
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Of course, it wasn't like that meant all was well. Guy watched as his friend slumped in his seat, noticing how defeated his body language was. Landel's really didn't let up, did it? First the zombies, then the coliseum, and now this. Guy almost wanted to entertain the idea that Landel was specifically targeting him and his friends, but he knew that wasn't true. The sad truth was that everyone here was probably going through their own version of this.
As expected, Claude didn't know very much more than he did, which meant that they would have to deal with the mystery of it, constantly on their toes as they anticipated a reaction to the alterations. Granted, that was sort of how he felt about the Curse Slot, though it looked like he was in the clear with that for now. He didn't suspect that Sync had forgotten, but it was very possible that it just wasn't working for him.
But Claude could do a spell as a result of this, which was interesting. While that might have counted as useful under different circumstances, that definitely wasn't the case when it had been forced upon him like this, and most likely at a huge risk.
In the end, Claude didn't get much further in his guesswork, but instead lapsed into an apology. Guy frowned -- was he really falling into that after what he'd just been put through? "Don't apologize," he said, a bit more firmly than he'd originally planned. "You shouldn't have to deal with this on your own, and I'll be there in any way that I can." He still didn't have much of an idea of what he could do, but that wasn't going to stop him from making the offer.