[ Hotaru gives him her full attention, and her back straightens when he says serious consequences. That he would trust her to that extent, that he would let her in on his secret is substantial.

Her eyes widen, and then they spark with interest, perhaps inappropriately, not unlike a toddler who saw their favorite toy. She had wondered when he first his name, first saw the style of his clothes, but she thought maybe his parents had been atypical or it had been a very huge coincidence. She never thought she'd meet a true and real historical figure like this. ]

Really? You're really him? You really lived during the French Revolution? You're his—You're a spirit. [ It sinks in for her, and her brightness dims. Her eyes are downcast, somber and serious. ] Dr. Sanson, are you...

[ Is he dead? ]