His talk with Mom certainly could have gone worse, but Claude still left the cafeteria feeling more anxious than he would have liked. That was to expected, though, right? She'd been captured and thrown into this hell-hole by a mad man, in a place that had ultimately gotten the best of people like Dias and Dad. Not that he didn't trust in his mother's strength, but Claude recognized that the odds were in no one's favor here. They were all in terrible danger, and now his own family had gotten involved.
On top of that, he had the stress of having to hide his relation to his own mother. That meant being dishonest about more than a few things. And, as the institute had demonstrated time and time again, he probably wasn't going to be able to keep it up forever. But what else could he do? Somehow, hey, there, Ilia, you don't know this, but I'm actually your son from about twenty years into the future, didn't quite cut it.
Now it was the final shift of the day before dinner, though, which meant he had some time to kill before he got sent back to his room. As if sensing his mood, the nurse suggested he go to the music room in order to relax. That sounded like as good a place as any, if only because it was one of the areas he didn't get to go to so often.
Once he arrived, however, he didn't immediately look for an instrument or a disc player like he normally would have. Instead, his attention was drawn toward the group of patients who he soon realized had signed up for that "Sex Bob-omb" band. Weird name aside, it didn't sound like such a bad idea. Claude would have been tempted to do it himself, if a) he didn't already have a bunch on his mind, and b) he'd developed some sense of pitch at some point in his life. And, quite frankly, if he hadn't done it during his travels, he wasn't so sure he'd magically discover it while playing around on a recorder in here. On the other hand, his rhythm sense wasn't half-bad, if he said so himself...
Either way, it meant he was content with just watching for now. Claude leaned against the wall of the room, folding his arms over his chest as he got a better look at the people who were involved. They sure seemed like kind of a strange bunch...except, say! Wasn't that Tifa over there? Her piano playing had been soothing to listen to, from what he remembered, and the thought of her signing up for that band stuff was enough to put a smile on his face.
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On top of that, he had the stress of having to hide his relation to his own mother. That meant being dishonest about more than a few things. And, as the institute had demonstrated time and time again, he probably wasn't going to be able to keep it up forever. But what else could he do? Somehow, hey, there, Ilia, you don't know this, but I'm actually your son from about twenty years into the future, didn't quite cut it.
Now it was the final shift of the day before dinner, though, which meant he had some time to kill before he got sent back to his room. As if sensing his mood, the nurse suggested he go to the music room in order to relax. That sounded like as good a place as any, if only because it was one of the areas he didn't get to go to so often.
Once he arrived, however, he didn't immediately look for an instrument or a disc player like he normally would have. Instead, his attention was drawn toward the group of patients who he soon realized had signed up for that "Sex Bob-omb" band. Weird name aside, it didn't sound like such a bad idea. Claude would have been tempted to do it himself, if a) he didn't already have a bunch on his mind, and b) he'd developed some sense of pitch at some point in his life. And, quite frankly, if he hadn't done it during his travels, he wasn't so sure he'd magically discover it while playing around on a recorder in here. On the other hand, his rhythm sense wasn't half-bad, if he said so himself...
Either way, it meant he was content with just watching for now. Claude leaned against the wall of the room, folding his arms over his chest as he got a better look at the people who were involved. They sure seemed like kind of a strange bunch...except, say! Wasn't that Tifa over there? Her piano playing had been soothing to listen to, from what he remembered, and the thought of her signing up for that band stuff was enough to put a smile on his face.
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