Ah... when I was hear last, I missed France so much... it was almost as if my soul had been ripped from my body. [Ha, foreshadowing. France knew there was no way the other would catch the irony there, but nonetheless he continued.] So much so that I was seeking out my fellow countrymen, when I could. Michael knew this, of course - I am sure he did it so we would not confuse each other, when we met, non?
[Of course the year and month mean something to him - and the flicker of recognition seems to appear in his eyes again. He nods a bit, turning his attention to the coq au vin in front of him, which he suddenly finds immensely interesting.] June of 1832... well, something did happen, then. On the fifth and sixth, I believe. It is called the June Rebellion, in English. It is l'Insurrection républicaine à Paris en juin 1832 in our tongue.
[But he's quick to pass on to other topics. Topics that don't remind him of this poor man's fate.]
He is indeed, and I am happy for it. Were it not for him... well, I would not have had a home, twice. He was kind enough to take me in, again and again, despite my hardships here.
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[Of course the year and month mean something to him - and the flicker of recognition seems to appear in his eyes again. He nods a bit, turning his attention to the coq au vin in front of him, which he suddenly finds immensely interesting.] June of 1832... well, something did happen, then. On the fifth and sixth, I believe. It is called the June Rebellion, in English. It is l'Insurrection républicaine à Paris en juin 1832 in our tongue.
[But he's quick to pass on to other topics. Topics that don't remind him of this poor man's fate.]
He is indeed, and I am happy for it. Were it not for him... well, I would not have had a home, twice. He was kind enough to take me in, again and again, despite my hardships here.