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Lucan stirred, his brows drawing to a dark furrowed as the voice filled his dreams. He could hear a scream, Claude voice somewhere in that chaos, and he could see himself heavily ladden with Adeline. Her body was bloody, but so was his, and so was everywhere else. The blood filled the entire space as far as he could see, and the screams stopped him from focusing. "You were supposed to love me," came Claude's voice, and he slowly turned to her. She was haggard, her eyes wide and largely unfocused, her lips parted as she dropped a sword behind her. "You keep choosing her, " she said again as she slowly advanced, her hand moving to rake through her hair. "Claude," he managed to say, but she shook her head, a tear running down her cheek in a steady, long line. "You refused to say my n