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[theseineone]

[France is sitting on a bench in the park. Being in such an open space when he knows someone out there has a card with his name on it probably isn't the smartest move, but he needed fresh air to think about the contents of that letter.

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[tomatatas]

[Romana wanders through the park, on her way home her head bowed as she watches her feet. There are bruises on her arms, blood on her blouse and her hair is in a tangle around her face. But it's her eyes that give it away, dim and blank as her mind slowly works through the slight guilt she always feels.

It was just one person. One person, whose name she never knew before today, who she had never seen. One person, for all of the people in her nation, for her sister. The pictures in her hands burn, the gun in her purse just as hot. The guilt will fade, she tries to tell herself, it had to be done.

Swallowing, a small shudder runs through her as she forces herself to become more aware of her surroundings. It's not smart to be this distracted, not when this town is falling apart. Her eyes fall on France and slowly Romana makes her way over, forcing her face into a neutral, if not bored look. She doesn't need concern from him, or anyone. Not even though it's clear she feels at least some for him.]Francia. You're more of an idiota then I

[theseineone]

[If there was any way to kill a nation it would be through their people and they could clearly get close enough to take a photo and who is to say they won't-

France pauses and looked up as Romana walked over. He raised an eyebrow and looked her up and down.] I'm not too worried for myself, chèrie. What did you do?

[tomatatas]

[Her hand lifts, as if she's about to attempt to tame to wild mess of loose curls. And then it falls, Romana crossing her arms. Her own gaze passes over France, checking him for marks. Nothing yet, though perhaps he just hasn't been found.]

What needed to be done. Not that it's any of your business.

[theseineone]

Of course not. Is the blood yours?

[theseineone]

[France smiles at the dog and calls him over, whistling. The distraction is welcomed.] Here, chien, here! Good boy!

[Then France glances up at Abel.] It is fine, citoyen, I think we're all a little distracted today. [His people back home need worrying about but he has people here too, he needs to protect them too...] How are you?

[theseineone]

[France ruffles the dog's fur, cooing at him in French.] Bon chien, bon! Ah, oui... I think everyone is a little tense, for obvious reasons.

You should find somewhere safe, chéri.

[commentboxtroll]

[There's more than one person who knows being out here isn't a good move, but the things one does to keep from being droned. That three day rule threw a wrench in Caesar's plans every time. Despite the danger, he isn't rushing to get back indoors.

Dashing around or hurrying along would just be a distraction or, worse, draw attention. He strolls down the park path with his schoolbag over one shoulder at a calm pace instead, keeping a watchful eye out for anyone else.

He almost stops when he nears the bench France is sitting on, but no. He can't stop. He can't worry about every single person he passes. It'd be nerve-wracking.]

[theseineone]

[France is still deliberating when he looks up at the young man, seeing that he's obviously tense.] Bonjour, young man!

[Rights of man every individual has their rights we are all equal before God no one deserves to die if you kill someone for a good reason suddenly you're ordering genocide across a continent but since when has he been a good man...]

[commentboxtroll]

[What, was that a greeting?

Caesar considers just walking on by. It's tempting. He doesn't, however, and instead slows to a stop, regarding France with a fairly neutral expression.]

Hey.

[theseineone]

What are you doing, walking around like that? Coming home from school?