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[Arno's life experiences had never really gotten to that point, at least. At his lowest, the assassins had been his family, his brothers, and his experience of all of this was as an outsider to that world, but he'd seen it written on faces. The women who marched for bread, the crowds responsible for getting him out of the Bastille were fighters, outside of the ordinary, but so many others had had to fight for so much less of the pie, and it was no less important that they'd done it, no less to be valued. Mostly.

He suspected Victor and Hugo hadn't much fought for anything like survival and sort of just ambled on through, but others...It was different, far different, beyond Versailles and the safety of the cafe-theatre. And it should be acknowledged, even if there wasn't much of a way to really fix it.

As far as coincidences...]

Wonder why that is, with us? Are we drawn to repeat tragedy? The democracy that wasn't?

Hmm...