Still working on the part after the prologue. It turns out that Illya may not have been having a particularly pleasant daydream about Vienna:
(Illya) moved away from the window, leaned back against the wall next to it, keeping himself in the shadows. He crossed his arms to hide the betraying twitch of his hands and tried to order his jumbled thoughts.
"Before you came back tonight, I was thinking about Semenov. About Vienna. About what happened that night. There are... things I don't remember." He could feel the subtle change in the intensity of Napoleon's attention, saw the way he leaned forward to listen, the way it took a beat for him to respond.
"It was five years ago", Napoleon said very carefully.
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(Illya) moved away from the window, leaned back against the wall next to it, keeping himself in the shadows. He crossed his arms to hide the betraying twitch of his hands and tried to order his jumbled thoughts.
"Before you came back tonight, I was thinking about Semenov. About Vienna. About what happened that night. There are... things I don't remember." He could feel the subtle change in the intensity of Napoleon's attention, saw the way he leaned forward to listen, the way it took a beat for him to respond.
"It was five years ago", Napoleon said very carefully.