"I see," he noted, furrowing his brow. "It would seem the differences go back farther than just the war. I remember you teaching the Golden Deer class, and the professor taught our class. It is quite vexing... our memories are so different from one another's in key ways, but..." His voice trailed off as soon as he turned his attention back to her, and he saw her troubled expression.

He frowned to himself. Taking a chance and ignoring decorum for a moment, he reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. "During the war, you were a trusted ally and friend to us," he informed her, fully aware that his memories from a timeline that wasn't her own might not hold any weight for her. "You took care of the injured, and you worked hard to bring an end to the fighting. You are utterly remarkable, Manuela. I hope that you can see that."