The train rumbled through the distant scenery far better than the smelly Paris.
After his conversation with General he directly rushed to Verdun without telling Renaud much about what happened.
His life is about to change, he doesn't expect much but atleast a ray of hope from the person he will meet.
Étienne Moreau sat by the window, fingers drumming lightly on the edge of the bench.
After hours of travel Verdun lay ahead, but it didn't feel like a return.
It felt like a goodbye.
Across from him, Renaud yawned loudly, kicking his boots onto the opposite seat. "You're awfully quiet, mon capitaine. That Paris air clog your brain or something. You have yet to tell me what happened in the office."
Moreau smirked without turning. "I've just been thinking."
"About Elsie?"
Moreau finally looked over. "About a lot of things."
