Character: Henri

- Your Majesty, look at me! No one knows who of us for a few minutes or seconds older than the other.
- Are you really my brother?
And stalking me since birth, so you could reign.
- I didn't know that.
- Now you know.
Still, I agree with that.
- No doubt.
- The government often requires sacrifice.
Very comforting, especially since not have sacrificed you and me.
Now we swapped roles in the mask shackled me. But I do not complain, I accept the fate that you want me to cook.
- What's next?
- Perhaps you will take my place in the Louvre, and I will probably take over in the Bastille.
- And that, even once in the Bastille, you won't discover the truth the commandant?
Even under torture, I'd rather no one knew anything. I think about France, about his Kingdom.