“ neither do i , ” the emperor reminisces his mistakes - more than he likes , then his thoughts drift off to revolution , to l’incorruptible. he wonders if he should have joined them on the scaffold , especially augustin.
maybe it would have been better - then he wouldn’t be sitting here now , whilst the british oligarchy slowly assassinates him. he knows it. he knows he’s been dying ever since he set foot on this rotten isle. a dry cough , he sips from the wine.
“ i must say though , i knew a man who did. the brother of a very good friend of mine. it clawed at him. trust me on this : 'tis not a happy life. ” // hoc sentence starters ; accepting.
