[She traces the rim of her wine glass with her finger.]
My Jacques. There are so few people in this world who you can look at, and you can say... this one is good. He had a good heart. I have never known anyone like him.
[Her brow creases faintly, betraying the briefest flash of pain.]
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[She traces the rim of her wine glass with her finger.]
My Jacques. There are so few people in this world who you can look at, and you can say... this one is good. He had a good heart. I have never known anyone like him.
[Her brow creases faintly, betraying the briefest flash of pain.]
He had no business going to war.