Bran saw her grimace, but this time it didn't deter him. He just wanted to say his goodbye and get as far away from Bellum as possible, hopefully never to return. He'd been an idiot to think that a building could define him in the first place - and even now he did hope that Lotte could find close and move on too. Maybe she'd managed to get over her fear of singing, despite what he'd done to hinder that.
He wasn't planning on asking where she was going, partly because he didn't really think it would be a good idea to know, but also because he didn't expect her to answer him. She shouldn't have to - but he had no problem with telling her his plans. There was no reason to hide it, after all. "I'm not sure," he admitted. "But I'm going... with a friend." He decided he didn't need to be specific, and he doubted she would ask too many questions. "I always thought that when I left I would just keep traveling like before, but now I'm going to try something different. Without Bellum... none of us are defined by our fables anymore." He shrugged, shifting his weight from one foot to another. "Anyway, I just... I wanted to wish you luck too. With whatever you do now."