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{In Robespierre's reality, it's been a few days, which has placed him (finally) in England. So with that small step out of many out of the way, he's finally going to confront the Plane. Or, rather, allow people to confront him if they wish about Oliver. His sword is still at his side, but looks at the eternal night sky coolly.}

It never truly becomes less magnificent and terrifying, does it? How she would love to see it. And how she would hate to see me, here.

{With that aside, he bows his head as he walks toward the library, which is basically his only hangout. He speaks more loudly than the previous sentences, reciting a Psalm from memory as he walks:}

You, O Lord, will protect us;
you will guard us from this generation forever.
On every side the wicked prowl,
as vileness is exalted among humankind...

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NO :'(

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He did not. Nor would he have. His blood is on my hands, as was many before him, and there will be many after. It is the path I will walk.

[bit_impossible]

[bitterly, his voice low] Oh, and walk it you shall, and by the time you do reach the end of your path, you'll have wished you died this day instead of him.

[and with that, he walks away, soon dropping from the Plane, having entirely lost his interest in going to the Plane library]

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{And even though (or maybe because) he's gone, Robespierre's expression goes from cold neutral to angry and indignant. He stares after the Doctor, and says bitterly,}

And it is one that I will walk for Lia's sake.

{Then off to the library he goes, emotional repression coming back quickly}