[Five years ago? That seems like an enormous amount of time, not least because five years ago from Claude's perspective, he wasn't even in Fódlan, and it was still a large unknown to him. So to be embroiled in a war for that long into the future is staggering, and he feels the same flash of anger he felt as he had battled Edelgard face-to-face at the monastery -- that she had taken any chance he had at his dream and sought to burn it to the ground with war.

He takes a sharp exhale of breath, and fixes Dorothea with a long stare, his usual veneer of good cheer now gone. 'Gaining ground', is it?]

I'll acknowledge Leicester doesn't stand much of a chance against the Empire on its own. [And even with the trump card in his back pocket, it's still...] But if you invaded, at least tell me you treated my people fairly. That's all I want to know.