[Sanson will never be used to people invading his personal space when in life, everyone was quick to give him a wide berth whenever he came around. (Even if sometimes, the attention was welcomed or merely tolerated.) Neither will he be used to how Marie Alter speaks to him...they are nonetheless barbs, reminding him of what he did and how he must have been toward Marie in Orleans.
Twisted, creepy, sadistic.
That version of him and Marie Alter would make quite the pair. But this was Sanson - saner and tortured by his deeds of death, so he stiffens a little when she grabs his arm and hangs on. Yet, he doesn't pry her off, either.]
I-I'm sorry, but that's not what I do here. [He uses his free hand to gesture to their surroundings.]
NAH DON'T BE
Twisted, creepy, sadistic.
That version of him and Marie Alter would make quite the pair. But this was Sanson - saner and tortured by his deeds of death, so he stiffens a little when she grabs his arm and hangs on. Yet, he doesn't pry her off, either.]
I-I'm sorry, but that's not what I do here. [He uses his free hand to gesture to their surroundings.]