"There are not many ways for a woman to respond to inhumanity."
[She is a young woman still, though weary -- so weary, her smile bitter where once it was sweet as she surveys her surroundings. This is not where she was questioned by the Comité, it is not a cell, nor is there any efficient machine of execution in sight, though she knows she is condemned. She pushes her hair back from her face, where it has been constantly falling since its combs were taken from her.]
-- Am I now to keep my head? Is Mme. Guillotine so fickle, to have thirsted for me so, and now refuse me? I will not complain. I do not care to go to her arms, though I am denied those of a better lover. Ah, but that is the way of this revolution, is it not? If you do not die, you must survive those who do.
[She draws herself up to her full height (it isn't much, but she manages to look dignified just the same) and raises her voice.]
-- Would there be business here for a maker of fans, by any chance?
Typist: Gabrielle, title character of Rikki Ducornet's novel The Fanmaker's Inquisition. I'm trying to imitate the formatting of the book, but we'll see how long that lasts. >.>
-- Am I now to keep my head? Is Mme. Guillotine so fickle, to have thirsted for me so, and now refuse me? I will not complain. I do not care to go to her arms, though I am denied those of a better lover. Ah, but that is the way of this revolution, is it not? If you do not die, you must survive those who do.
[She draws herself up to her full height (it isn't much, but she manages to look dignified just the same) and raises her voice.]
-- Would there be business here for a maker of fans, by any chance?
Typist: Gabrielle, title character of Rikki Ducornet's novel The Fanmaker's Inquisition. I'm trying to imitate the formatting of the book, but we'll see how long that lasts. >.>