"You mean like what? Almost a millenium ago now?" The Prussian smirked back, drawing a stick out of his friend’s pack. He clipped it between his lips, drawing out his lighter to light it before taking a a drag out of his smoke, letting the nicotine settle in his veins. God it’s been too long. "I’m not exactly terrorizing people to get them to convert to Christianity these days, now aren’t I?"
Francis laughed. "Yes, alright, I see your point." he said, smiling softly. "When I think back, you were far different back zen." he said. "It's crazy, isn't it? You never expect to lose track of ze time, but you do..."













