Indeed. A bit of a great look into how to be a person when everyone else sees you as
a monster

> The old man gave her a curious look. "You don't know Babar? I would have thought, at your
> age... well, never mind," he said, shaking his head. Smiling, he emerged from behind the
> counter, revealing himself to be wearing baggy corduroy trousers and a pair of old house
> slippers. The corduroy went wiff-wiff, wiff-wiff as he made his way slowly to the window,
> reached over the half-height backdrop, and retrieved the elephant, then returned and handed
> it to Flandre.

That was such a DAWWWWWW moment in general I'm glad you decided to add it in. As well as
when Flandre explains to Remilia just WHY this one spoke more to her because of its
loving imperfections!

> 'Give me a long enough lever and a fulcrum on which to place it, and I will move the world.'
> He brought the lever, but you were the fulcrum. If you're not there, and if you don't still
> have hope, none of that happens."

BRRR!!!! All the feels are sending chills down my spine here.

> Her eyes steady on her younger sister's, Remilia paused for just a moment, then said with a
> very slight smile, "And so Prince Vazul Skarlátvörös became Count Victor Scarlet."

HOLY SCHNIKE GRYPH!!!! Just... Whoa, more chills yes warm fuzzy feels!

> "All I ask," said Constantin with his kindly smile, holding both of her hands around the
> shears and looking her in the face, "is that you think of me when you use these, and remember
> what I've taught you."

Which shows this man is a true artiste and master of his craft!

> "It's an honor," she said. "It's such an honor."

Yes, it is Remilia.

> The artist blinked in surprise. "Ah, of course!" he said. "Well. I may be the first painter
> in Paris to have his work used as an official form of identification. That's quite a
> distinction."

... Am I getting this right? That in addition to the portraits going back
to Scarlet Manor, they'll take photos of them to use on the ID cards? Cause... yeah. thats a slick fix!

> Flandre shook her head. "No. I mean yes, he was, but you don't understand. They told me he died
> three years ago. In Britannia. During the occupation."
>
> Remilia's eyes widened. "Oh," she said, a look of dawning amazement on her face.

O.o And here I thought you were going to pass on the more metamystical side of that.