"Louis is-was quite powerful in France for a time. I don't know what happened to him, if anything, but it seems he and his friends would have made the history books. He once wanted to marry my sister. I'm heartily glad she didn't want him." He didn't resort to tongue-biting to cut off the flow of babble this time. Something about his fear of his cousin prompted him to ramble on like that about him, as if talking would dilute all that was dangerous about him. If anything could be said for being at this mysterious Institute, he seemed to be out of the sadistic little bastard's reach.

"Though that does seem to be what we need here, something to bring people together. Surely they're not so powerful that we can't break out if we all act together." But he'd yet to meet someone that could easily lead them all, except perhaps M. Richter. The young Hitsugaya had many marks of leadership, but his own honor would prevent him from accepting all who would aide him. Still, Armand agreed with her on one point. "Revolutions are brutal, on lives and hearts. Yet staying here too long would suck the heart out of even the strongest and most valiant." And he was neither. He tried to guess which she was.