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[avotresante]

This new plan of yours, sir. I find it far less appealing, even, than the last. I must admit that, upon your previous desertion, I was, perhaps, foolish enough to believe that I may be spared these horrors of which you seem so fond. I should have known and yet.

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[la_marianne]

(ooc: Hope you don't mind a human!Patria -and all the crack, of course)
And yet one cannot help but hope, can we?

[avotresante]

(ooc: I have no problem with crack!)

Hope? My dear lady, I am faced with a city of monsters. Were I even a man known for such things to begin, I cannot say that what I see before me is hope.

[la_marianne]

I was referring to hope in our mundanes and their possible changes of heart, Monsieur Grantaire.
[Though really, she is a bit amused]
And I am of the mind that even a man as you still has some hope inside him, even if it is the smallest spark.

[avotresante]

His change of heart has thus far been my downfall, Madame.

And my hope has long since wandered off like some mere stray, a vagrant following the print of more glorious boots.