I know. You didn't want to give up on your family. It's hard to admit a cause is hopeless when that's the last thing you want to be true. [Claude's personal dream is a world without borders, a world without racism and xenophobia. He'd taken wounds at Gronder begging a maddened Dimitri to come to his senses and work together with him and the Alliance. Claude can't hold it against Lorenz for being bad at something he himself is even worse at.]

At the end of the day, I knew that no matter what, you were doing what you thought was best for the Alliance. That's the kind of guy you are. [He refuses to use the past tense for Lorenz - not just because the man is here and alive right now, but because the thought of him dying...he hates that.] Even if it had actually been the case that what you thought was best for the Alliance wasn't me, I couldn't resent you for that. [It had just hurt. All the more so because he knew how principled Lorenz is, in his own odd ways.]

Anyway...for me, you were at the battle of Derdriu. The battle at the bridge...I'm guessing you're talking about the battle at Myrddin? The Lorenz of my world made it through that one, although he ended up joining Teach and Dimitri's army after being defeated there. So you did come back to help Derdriu out, in the end, when they came to our aid...the way I remember things, anyway. And we won that battle. I know you were still alive when it ended - and for me, I ended up getting pulled here only a month or so after that. Not that we really talked there; things were, y'know, kinda awkward still.

[He shakes his head.] But listen - this is a whole new world. Whatever happened back home...you're alive here, and the politics from Fodlan have no meaning in this place. If you actually died at Myrddin...then I'm glad this place brought you here, so you could have something better than that.