_{He nods—reluctantly, almost—with a certain air of vulnerability that makes him appear as though he’s challenged with the prospect of aid, and being offered aid from an individual bordering on the path of revenance. Still, an effervescent cadence marks his words with an ever-present enthusiasm, supporting the idea that—somehow—he remained hopeful in most if not all circumstances.}

_{Seth chances a glance downward at his sheet of paper, and a book hard-bound with a frayed spine —- a standard text on world history. Proceeding to splay his hand across his study guide, he carefully  tends to the edges, picking it up to read from it.} 

                                          <sub>❝………Are you good at History ? ❞
                                   ❝We’re doing the…—the French Revolution.❞

     ❝And Edward told me that… you graduated from college–like– a million times…❞</sub>