[A good thing for that ironic twitch. If China thought he took that entirely seriously, there would be mockery.]
[His elaboration, though. She stays silent through it, her expression settled to something more neutral, watching him fixedly with those pale, pale blue eyes.]
[When he's finished:]
Times will change. Paris will; the world will. [Reassurance? Hardly. Call it confirmation. That whatever he's done hasn't been for nothing. Though as they may in fact be from different earths, this loses something.]
There will always be those easily led. Those who find it easier to follow than to think for themselves, and who are content in that position.
[...and, of course, those taught to obey. Inculcated. That is not currently worth talking about.]
Freedom can be a difficult thing, monsieur. Even unpleasant. But a worthy goal nonetheless. [Finally, a smile again.] It's always been mine, after all.
[There is, however, something endearing about the fact he actually admits he's lost. It's unusual.]
...goodness, where are my manners. My name is China Sorrows. And you?
no subject
[His elaboration, though. She stays silent through it, her expression settled to something more neutral, watching him fixedly with those pale, pale blue eyes.]
[When he's finished:]
Times will change. Paris will; the world will. [Reassurance? Hardly. Call it confirmation. That whatever he's done hasn't been for nothing. Though as they may in fact be from different earths, this loses something.]
There will always be those easily led. Those who find it easier to follow than to think for themselves, and who are content in that position.
[...and, of course, those taught to obey. Inculcated. That is not currently worth talking about.]
Freedom can be a difficult thing, monsieur. Even unpleasant. But a worthy goal nonetheless. [Finally, a smile again.] It's always been mine, after all.
[There is, however, something endearing about the fact he actually admits he's lost. It's unusual.]
...goodness, where are my manners. My name is China Sorrows. And you?