[D'Artagnan tightens his grip just a bit for hearing it so bluntly, though it had been then too. Abrupt and unexpected, when he'd a little naive hope in it, and he'd left with tears in his eyes, the second time she'd broken his heart, more thoroughly. He doesn't get to comment on it before Constance glares and speaks rudely to the people milling around, and he frowns at that, but says nothing until they've dispersed.]
I arrived in this place from seven years after that.
[There's no way to make it less jarring, and with Aramis close to her own time, she might not have expected it.]
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I arrived in this place from seven years after that.
[There's no way to make it less jarring, and with Aramis close to her own time, she might not have expected it.]