"Yes, I remember the day I opened my eyes. It's weird but I don't forget. Sometimes, I think it would be nice to forget but it's like ... a box set of DVDs in my head. I can just go back a couple of seasons and find the episode. I have some favs, of course." He crossed his arms and watched the French people walk by, smiling and chatting. It felt so weird that anyone could be happy, given all he was going through, but he supposed not everyone had to care. "There's some great moments that stick out, you know? Those people who danced to death in France, that time during Napoleonic wars a French ship sank off the coast of Hartlepool England. The only survivor was the captain's pet monkey."

He almost laughed but there was a struggling there, to make the joy come through. He didn't feel it the same. It just felt wrong. "The Kettle War. That was a good one. The Dutch kingdom and the Holy Roman Empire. A whole battle and the only casualty? A kettle full of soup."