[ she listens as claude goes on. their methods, as if he hadn't admitted to desiring conquest himself at derdriu. but again, this is not the claude she knows... and it sounds as if edelgard's methods were much worse in his version of the conflict. she's seen a glimpse of how edelgard might have waged her war, had she not been there. it's not a difficult concept.

still, there's something... tired in her expression. her tone softens a bit when she speaks again. there is a true history, she thinks, one she has fought and struggled for, one that belongs solely in the hands of humankind, but... even so. ]

... I don't know if she's lost sight of her path, in your version of things. But her reasons, her aims, those are right. [ she hates thinking of the possibility of this outcome, really, and she finds it hard to reconcile the schemer with the buried heart—the demon strategist, the master tactician—with the man in front of her. even if the claude she knows isn't an enemy. ] Should the war go your way, don't let it be for nothing. See the work through. Just... [ something ugly twists in her chest. ]

Spare her, if you can.