And then he thought of nothing at all.
However, I can sense a strong atmosphere:
Franck looked up. His eyes were clear. There was no pain there, only a terrifying calm.
She sent me here. Not the general. Her. Because I knew too much. Because I saw her without the mask.
And then he saw her. The princess. Not as she was – beautiful, distant, tragic – but as she was . A woman who had watched him walk into this Institute and said nothing. A woman whose husband had signed the admission papers while she stood beside him, adjusting her pearl necklace.