34 - Private to Giselle

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Giselle...?

I am sorry to bother you. May I come and visit you? Please?

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[Not seconds later, he is knocking at her door.]

Action!

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Merci, Giselle. [He passes into her room, drawing in a breath.] Merci. [His face appears drawn, eyes heavy.]

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[He sinks down onto the couch, taking a breath.] I don't know, M'mselle, I don't know. [He covers his face with his hands for half a moment.]

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[He grimaces and turns toward her, though he does move to put himself nearer there is nothing suggestive even in his mind.] Giselle, it hurts. [He bites his lip, closing his eyes.]

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[He indulges in the kind arm around him, the shoulder he can find refuge in. Part of him even allows he is likely being quite dramatic, but it will make him feel better. Finally he draws back, taking a calming breath.]

I'm -- having trouble. Confrontations. With someone I feel that I care for.

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[He nods. In truth he feels right in his anger and he hates it. He hates himself for being cross with Romana, and he hates having reason to.]

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[The Marquis shakes his head. She's doing her best at least, and he smiles at the effort, though he looks very tired, moreso than she's seen him since he's been bedridden.]

How does one do it, my flower? [His meaning is at first unclear.] I cannot submit myself to sit idly by while someone I regard so highly willingly causes suffering for themselves, and yet I am powerless to really stop it. I am only reminded again that I am a prisoner, here.