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"...and I hope to offer many skills that will prosper for all of us. Prosper us? Prosper the community," he says, after a bit of stammering here and there, staring down at the notes in his hands. They're in French, which means he's having to translate back to English in his head on the fly. All this, all because he's got a meeting with some of the councilors and he wants to be prepared in case some of them ask him some questions.
Staring up at where Aramis is listening to him, he lets the misery show on his face, knowing how piss poor a job he's done.
He tosses the cards aside and slumps into the sofa, running his hands over his hair. "It's no use," he grumbles. "I haven't got your charm or Athos' command. I'll never be more than just someone who can bark an order and have people fall in line because they're frightened."
Staring up at where Aramis is listening to him, he lets the misery show on his face, knowing how piss poor a job he's done.
He tosses the cards aside and slumps into the sofa, running his hands over his hair. "It's no use," he grumbles. "I haven't got your charm or Athos' command. I'll never be more than just someone who can bark an order and have people fall in line because they're frightened."