Combeferre had long been drawn to the theater - to epic stories of romance and war, sometimes laced with politics and philosophy, and other times merely human adventure, and sorrow, and joy.
Casablanca had it all. He had read just enough about the history of the twentieth century to follow the plot’s broader context. Though the story - it’s tale of freedom, and love, and betrayal, and sacrifice, wrapped in fight for the greater good - would have reached his heart even if the details had been entirely unknown to him.
“Indeed,” he said softly, flashing Sybil a gentle, sad smile. “But in times of struggle, I suppose we all must rise above our own desires."
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Date: 2013-12-11 02:03 am (UTC)Casablanca had it all. He had read just enough about the history of the twentieth century to follow the plot’s broader context. Though the story - it’s tale of freedom, and love, and betrayal, and sacrifice, wrapped in fight for the greater good - would have reached his heart even if the details had been entirely unknown to him.
“Indeed,” he said softly, flashing Sybil a gentle, sad smile. “But in times of struggle, I suppose we all must rise above our own desires."