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Someone told me once that it is not a sword that will change the world, but words.

[The locket picture is a bit askew. It's set on a table like a dressing mirror, showing a blonde woman sitting, the beads of a rosary flowing over her fingers.]

Then again someone else swore to me it was our duty as ladies to pray for those who kept us safe. Who fought and died for our country. It is the same concept, is it not? That wars are won and lost over words.

[Enough waxing philosophical for now, probably. It's time to face facts and there's still a polite, pretty smile on her lips even if she can't quite mask the concern in her gaze.]

It has been explained to me already but I must admit I still find it puzzling. There is no one better to explain a situation than the people living it so I beg a moment of your time. What is hoped to be gained by this or feared lost? What is needed of the people here and what might I do to make myself of use in a greater effort?

[A quick duck of her head, polite, and she glances up again as she reaches for the locket.]

I thank you most deeply for your consideration.

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[This is a face of pure incomprehension.]

A weapon, then? Surely something of such power must not be advisable. How would you control it?

Very carefully, obviously? I'd hate to be the guy who goes OOPS and sets it off by accident.

You can cause that much destruction by accident?

[Yes this situation is clearly escalating.]

I don't know. No one has ever put me in charge of a nuclear weapon. Gonna have to put that on my list of things to do.

Why would you want such a dangerous ability? For the betterment of mankind?

Because it would be awesome. If I had it here, MAD wouldn't even be a thing. I'd be king of the world.

I am afraid, monsieur, that I have close to no idea what you are speaking of.

[She thinks he might be a little crazy, even if she's trying to be polite about it.]

Pick up a book! Jesus Christ. It's like no one around me tries to educate themselves.

Guess I can't expect much from the French.

[She did speak some French....]

I beg your pardon, monsieur?

[So not impressed.]

Shall I insult your homeland and suggest you to be illiterate?

Good luck insulting the country that's your only line of defense from the Reds. Seriously, you've got nothing.

The Reds?

[Even more confused.]

You speak in riddles, monsieur. Are you well?

[Are you insane?]

That was plain English. God, don't tell me you've never heard of communists either.

...I would not profane the Lord as such but, no, I have not heard of 'communists'.

[This is just going to get uglier, isn't it?]

Aren't you living the good life. No World War 1 or World War 2 for you, it looks like.