Childs play is about the last thing that it is, despite the fact that Arno does take a sort of...glee...in what he does that sometimes borders on childish, for the most part. And he sort of enjoys having sparked the reaction which...probably is a little borderline on that front too. Still, he's nodding in the affirmative.
"It was January 21st. 1793." Arno figures that the date, for someone who knows the Revolution, whatever's going to come next, is pretty significant, in and of itself. It's an event that seems stable enough, despite what other changes might have come about. "So, we haven't got a king anymore, at least. And then...not long after that, I found myself waking up here. I've no idea how the rest of it is going to go, but I have suspicions that are ugly. Uglier than the Marquis de la Sade and his colorful batch of characters all put together. Robespierre...and Mirabeau...we are acquainted. Were acquainted in one case, but everyone knows our Citoyen Robespierre by sight alone."
If Arno spits the name a little, well, he's got some reasons, mostly suspicions, but still. The man's, at best, insane but well meaning,fanatically, well meaning. And he doubts the best very much.
"I've seen...more than I'd like to have, and right now...how I wish I knew. Something had to happen, someday, but I get the impression that it's not exactly your typical revolution anymore. If it ever really was. Things are...complicated."
That's perfectly all right. Sometimes an outside party is the best one to speak to about things like this.
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"It was January 21st. 1793." Arno figures that the date, for someone who knows the Revolution, whatever's going to come next, is pretty significant, in and of itself. It's an event that seems stable enough, despite what other changes might have come about. "So, we haven't got a king anymore, at least. And then...not long after that, I found myself waking up here. I've no idea how the rest of it is going to go, but I have suspicions that are ugly. Uglier than the Marquis de la Sade and his colorful batch of characters all put together. Robespierre...and Mirabeau...we are acquainted. Were acquainted in one case, but everyone knows our Citoyen Robespierre by sight alone."
If Arno spits the name a little, well, he's got some reasons, mostly suspicions, but still. The man's, at best, insane but well meaning,fanatically, well meaning. And he doubts the best very much.
"I've seen...more than I'd like to have, and right now...how I wish I knew. Something had to happen, someday, but I get the impression that it's not exactly your typical revolution anymore. If it ever really was. Things are...complicated."
That's perfectly all right. Sometimes an outside party is the best one to speak to about things like this.