[Another bite of the apple, a larger one, and more nervous. That was, indeed, what he was afraid of hearing.] I see. [His head lolls back a bit, resigned.] But I never left here. From my view, at least -- but you did leave, could it be, maybe... I would have to be sent back from here? To remember? It happened that way to me several years ago, but the memory was so faint, it was something surreal like here but I can't recall much more than that. I would hope... [Still eating that apple.] If you remembered, then there's a chance... if I ever have to fully leave this place, I would remember, too...

[Wine. Austria pops the rest of the apple into his mouth from sheer moonblessing instinct without a thought as to how strange it looks, and he goes to open the wine. The cork comes off with a pleasant pop and flies off somewhere in the distance. And as he pours into the two flute glasses he brought] "He?" It... it is still me, you know. Just... I didn't know. [The idea of splitting consciousness doesn't bother him so much -- it's even a bit fascinating -- but splitting off into a separate person? That's far more terrifying, and makes this feel less real.] And I'm still me. I have all this nonsense happening but I... I'm not a different person. I'm the same person you loathed. [A small smile comes out, and he takes a sip. And takes the cheese out, handing it to his companion.] This place... it's freeing. I don't recall feeling so at ease with myself since childhood.

[He finally turns his attention from the sky over to France's eyes, and it feels electric.] I'm not different. The man back home has all this, buried somewhere.

[His eyes lower, initially from self preservation, but he spots the lantern in the process.] What is it that they gave you, anyway? A little light?