[Arno whistles at the information, taking a long moment to process it. He'd been told there are worlds like the one Surely lives in, but to actually meet someone who comes from one and be told the bleakness of it- it's both shocking and saddening at the same time. He couldn't imagine living a life like that.

It takes a few moments, but when he speaks, it's perhaps firm, but nothing inappropriate.] Back home, in Paris- we're in the middle of a revolution with our own people. Every day, familiar and unfamiliar faces are led to squares and executed publicly, more often than not by guillotine. [A pause as he realizes that she may not know what that is.] They're beheaded by a large blade that falls on the neck, to put it plainly. But they are used as examples, and there are riots in the streets when there isn't a full blown war being flung at noble manors.

We both come from hard times, but you have my respect and admiration for carrying yourself through it, mademoiselle. Not many could, in your position.