[ for as sleek as hope's room looks, there's not really much in here... it's kinda impersonal. the only things that look organic are the stacks of papers that litter the desk, but the writing on them is unintelligible—the only thing legible is the line "by hope estheim, director of the academy."
he shakes his head. ]
My father died of natural causes, and I made peace with my mother's death a long time ago. I live to carry their memory... and to find my friends. They're still somewhere out there—I know this.
Haha... maybe. [ while claude sits down, hope remains standing, placing his hand on the desk covered in papers filled with what must be his handwriting. ] That would be ideal, wouldn't it?
...that future depends on us surviving this first, of course.
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he shakes his head. ]
My father died of natural causes, and I made peace with my mother's death a long time ago. I live to carry their memory... and to find my friends. They're still somewhere out there—I know this.
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[ his brows furrow in mild concern ]
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...The possibility of seeing you all again has been my driving force ever since.
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Those must've been some difficult years. It's still hard for me to believe that it's been so long for you...
[ sits on a bland chair ]
Hopefully you'll still be able to contact us once this is over. Perhaps we could help find those friends of yours.
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Haha... maybe. [ while claude sits down, hope remains standing, placing his hand on the desk covered in papers filled with what must be his handwriting. ] That would be ideal, wouldn't it?
...that future depends on us surviving this first, of course.
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That goes without saying. All we can do is be smart and hope that's enough to unravel this mystery before it comes to that.