Lippmann sits with you.

 "Mon bébé,"

He calls you.

"What is wrong?"

He asks, then he sighs.

He reaches into his bag, pulling out a hairbrush and brushing your hair.

"Do not fret... I am here."

Your father is a beautiful, kind, and loving man. He cares for you. Though it has always petrified you that Verlaine dislikes him, knowing the strength Verlaine holds and his hatred towards the flags. You constantly have nightmares about it, and it isn't very soothing.

Though your father assures you that Verlaine is no threat, you can't help but sweat every second thinking what could happen to your beloved dad.