>>5450700Completely unprompted, Brissot tells you of his tragedy; how he served loyally in the army while the sons of the gentrified estates sent him into butchery time and time again to assuage their own pathetic egos.
Of how service and dedication to the monarchy slowly grew into a simmering resentment against the established order.
Of dark deeds done in the night in the name of the Revolution, and an overthrow of all that stood in the way of granting the people the lives they deserved.
And of how his story ended with a botched raid, a speedy trial, and a long-forgotten number in the cells of the Château d'If.
You mostly keep quiet and let Brissot get everything off his chest while you attempt (and fail) to avoid drawing parallels of his fate to your own.
Thoth peppers him with questions about how the early Revolution progressed, and scribbles down every errant word in one of his journals.
Meanwhile, Jack quietly asks him questions about his un-life as a shade; likely seeking to learn more about the potential consequences of the ritual going haywire. From what Brissot describes, it’s not pleasant. Imagine having every lowlight of your life playing on loop forever, and the only way to ever make it stop is to consciously cease existing.
You tentatively offer to help see him off permanently, but Brissot is too far gone for that. Until he can forgive himself for his sins and crimes, he doesn’t feel worthy of seeking outside aid.
You’re tempted to push the issue, but Brissot abruptly fades away after delivering a quick goodbye. Guess he was serious about being left alone.
On the way back to Marseille, you think a bit more about your revelations in the cells.
It’s honestly a bit disturbing how this place has been converted into a tourist trap on what is functionally a mass grave, but you suppose that’s how things are done; might as well take advantage of tragedy to earn a quick buck.
Visiting the dank and dismal bowels of the Château d'If has lit a fire in you; a reminder of how precious and valuable your freedom is in the face of those that seek unwanted dominion over you.
If given the choice between rotting in a place like this or going down swinging, you know exactly where you stand.
And if anyone tries to shove you back in, they’ll learn it too.
