She smiled. A light-hearted joke, though he did have a point. The length of conversation rarely varied between them, but the subject matter had. At first, when they spoke, it had felt like he'd been giving speeches. Grandstanding certain morals and ideals. As time passed, though, the topics grew more personal. He spoke less of ideals and more of their shared realities, the similarities between their respective Frances, even with centuries between them.
"I've never been all that good at storytelling." Not the kind that involved her own life; ask her to read a bedtime story, and she could put a two year old to sleep faster than little Michel could get the chance to request an encore. "And it's...not a great story. At least you get to be the good guy in yours."
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She smiled. A light-hearted joke, though he did have a point. The length of conversation rarely varied between them, but the subject matter had. At first, when they spoke, it had felt like he'd been giving speeches. Grandstanding certain morals and ideals. As time passed, though, the topics grew more personal. He spoke less of ideals and more of their shared realities, the similarities between their respective Frances, even with centuries between them.
"I've never been all that good at storytelling." Not the kind that involved her own life; ask her to read a bedtime story, and she could put a two year old to sleep faster than little Michel could get the chance to request an encore. "And it's...not a great story. At least you get to be the good guy in yours."