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[color=#39d0d6]“Not mother? Hmm. Intuition fails me then.”[/color] [i]He nodded to himself, seeming to breeze past the fact as nothing more than a footnote. Though to hear of the struggle her family faced he soured his expression, narrowing brow and focus as he stepped up to squat down on the seat across from them with heels planted firmly on the edge.[/i]

[color=#39d0d6]“I would kill a man to protect my mother. I do not envy your misery. But- think of my feelings as empathetic to your situation.”[/color] [i]Ludwig wasn’t entirely sure what he would make of this, but he supposed it was merely another step in understanding what was going on in the lives and minds of his fellow allied soldiers. The fact that Diana seemed obligated to step in on his own behalf did remind him that there were such things as being rude and civil. What Fiona had done- was in fact- quite barbaric when you considered social acceptance. Though in all honesty he had committed many sins in the palace of society. He had never committed himself to acknowledging them as crimes for he never quite saw himself as a number among them. Not better- but a foreigner to the land of dresses and coats. Even Robert, his affectionately named rubber duck, seemed to acknowledge this.[/i]

[i]Now there was another that reminded him of something quite odd. Was it- perhaps- Mrs. Harrison? Seemed so. That woman seemed so jittery and uneasy. He often wondered exactly what it was that she was feeling at times but then again when all a conversation produced was a running engine and an escort out of the premise with his father telling him that some things simply were going to continue as they were. Curious.[/i]

[i]As he received the second handwriting he seemed quite pleased with himself, gaining the signature of another as he had so politely asked. He took another joyful spoonful of peanut butter and spun it in the air, catching the spoon after a brief launch using his mouth and counting it as just one more successful objective completed in this ever complicating day. Retrieving his paper he listened to the two talk, pondering what would arise from this.[/i]

[i]His eyes wandered down back at the quality of the handwriting before him. Fiona’s especially held a certain quality that he couldn’t quite deny. Either she was good at scraping by and forging signatures or she was actually from some decent life. Mother and Father had said some things regarding what they thought of people with a better place of living- though Father tended to favor the more revolutionary dark hairs of the world who sought to make some changes on even economic equality. The poor get poorer and the rich get richer… something like that…[/i]

[i]Attention returned to the two women, seeming rather neutral and off into space as he blinked and deadpan gave a simple response to Diana’s words.[/i] [color=#39d0d6]“Hm? Oh yes. This helps me greatly. I do appreciate the cooperation.”[/color]

[i]Then there was a shift in the air. Near him at the same table sat a newcomer. Goody![/i]

[i]Sketching another modest art piece which so plainly represented the man, Ludwig offered the notebook to Andrew by sliding it next to his meal with a line drawn above the drawing’s head.[/i] [color=#39d0d6]“Write your name above on the line there, please. I am Ludwig. Son of Inès Lévesque and Franz Blau. As an engineer of the research and development team I believe your signature would greatly assist me in my study on who is who in this ant colony of soldiers.”[/color] [i]He stated plainly, a small smile as he continued to sit with both heels firmly planted on the edges of his seat.[/i]

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