[Connor may notice Arno whistle at that, lips pursing together in a way to express both awe and sympathy.]
You're farther ahead than me, though I'm certain you've already noticed that.
[Arno gazes across the feast, watches those around him with curiosity, before turning his attention back to Connor. He huffs, both amused and uncertain if he can explain his time well enough to someone so far ahead in time.
Though he sounds incredibly relieved when the other mentions France. There's a weak laugh at that.]
Oh, thank god. Yes, France. Paris, to be exact. [A beat.] The year is 1791 for me. France is in the middle of tearing herself apart, currently in a revolution between the poor and those in high society.
[He's hoping it sounds familiar. Not everyone knows the dates he's talking about.]
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You're farther ahead than me, though I'm certain you've already noticed that.
[Arno gazes across the feast, watches those around him with curiosity, before turning his attention back to Connor. He huffs, both amused and uncertain if he can explain his time well enough to someone so far ahead in time.
Though he sounds incredibly relieved when the other mentions France. There's a weak laugh at that.]
Oh, thank god. Yes, France. Paris, to be exact. [A beat.] The year is 1791 for me. France is in the middle of tearing herself apart, currently in a revolution between the poor and those in high society.
[He's hoping it sounds familiar. Not everyone knows the dates he's talking about.]