[There is a lot that could be said over the existence and history of Sprout Tower, and much of it has been said already between he and Felix. Repeatedly. Sometimes while yelled, or in the middle of thrown objects.]

[And yet all of that is inconsequential as Ignatz gapes at them, eyes wide behind his spectacles, and Dimitri's own surprise simmers into something a little quieter. A grave quiet. Even before Ignatz names that dreadful battle, the one that Dimitri both yearns to sink his teeth into and almost run from, he is fearing the worst.]

It... is difficult to explain, Ignatz. And... perhaps we should sit, somewhere, as we explain.

But, more than anything else... I apologize, Ignatz. For anything I may have done, or which you witnessed.

[Sharp in his mind is the idea of the scar along Claude's side, evidence of his own wretched actions.]