I really don't know what I did...we'd barely even had anything to do with each other when the lectures first started.
[At the suggestion that Ingrid might like him, Claude's eyebrows shoot up practically to his hairline.] Don't you mean she liked Sylvain? I mean...he's the one she thought I was like. And she never really got to know anything about me beyond her Sylvain-based assumptions...
Uh, personally speaking, though, if that's how she treats people she likes...hoo boy, no thanks! I think the only nice things she ever had to say about me were that I talked to her more nicely than Sylvain, that I don't treat women badly like Sylvain, and that I'm reliable when it really matters. And all that together sounds like a decent amount, but two of those were just direct comparisons to Sylvain and that's still only three things next to...quite a lot of her chewing my ear off.
Sorry, I know she's a close friend of yours, and I'm sure she's probably a lot more charming with other people, but...well, I can't tell if she thinks I'm someone else, or just wishes I was. But anything she likes or hates about me doesn't seem to have much to do with me at all, really.
[He glances sidelong at Felix.] Anyway...if your brother could live up to whatever standards she has, they can't be impossible. Someone managed them, obviously. The impossibility comes in when we want one person to become someone else. Or when someone dies, and we let our grief and reverence, and their legacy, overshadow the reality of who they were and what they did. It's easy to forget the flaws and embellish the accomplishments of the dead.
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[At the suggestion that Ingrid might like him, Claude's eyebrows shoot up practically to his hairline.] Don't you mean she liked Sylvain? I mean...he's the one she thought I was like. And she never really got to know anything about me beyond her Sylvain-based assumptions...
Uh, personally speaking, though, if that's how she treats people she likes...hoo boy, no thanks! I think the only nice things she ever had to say about me were that I talked to her more nicely than Sylvain, that I don't treat women badly like Sylvain, and that I'm reliable when it really matters. And all that together sounds like a decent amount, but two of those were just direct comparisons to Sylvain and that's still only three things next to...quite a lot of her chewing my ear off.
Sorry, I know she's a close friend of yours, and I'm sure she's probably a lot more charming with other people, but...well, I can't tell if she thinks I'm someone else, or just wishes I was. But anything she likes or hates about me doesn't seem to have much to do with me at all, really.
[He glances sidelong at Felix.] Anyway...if your brother could live up to whatever standards she has, they can't be impossible. Someone managed them, obviously. The impossibility comes in when we want one person to become someone else. Or when someone dies, and we let our grief and reverence, and their legacy, overshadow the reality of who they were and what they did. It's easy to forget the flaws and embellish the accomplishments of the dead.