[Edmond makes it all sound feasible. Once they were on the sea, who would stop them?
Yet... Hans looks down, at his ink-stained hands cupped in Edmond's. He can't bear to look into those eyes and say what he has to.]
They won't be satisfied with that. Especially not if we're fleeing the society we're supposed to stand tall in.
[All the money and time they've put into their pet project - into him - can't be squandered. Hans was permitted some leeway as an eccentric country boy, since it was assumed he was practically a different breed from those of more aristocratic blood. But even his background won't protect his adoptive family if he ruins the outcome of their experiment.
It's not the answer Edmond wants. He knows. It's simply reality.]
I know all their talk of marriage makes us both anxious. So I promise... [Hans still doesn't look up.] ... I won't take a bride. Not while you're still in Copenhagen with me.
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Yet... Hans looks down, at his ink-stained hands cupped in Edmond's. He can't bear to look into those eyes and say what he has to.]
They won't be satisfied with that. Especially not if we're fleeing the society we're supposed to stand tall in.
[All the money and time they've put into their pet project - into him - can't be squandered. Hans was permitted some leeway as an eccentric country boy, since it was assumed he was practically a different breed from those of more aristocratic blood. But even his background won't protect his adoptive family if he ruins the outcome of their experiment.
It's not the answer Edmond wants. He knows. It's simply reality.]
I know all their talk of marriage makes us both anxious. So I promise... [Hans still doesn't look up.] ... I won't take a bride. Not while you're still in Copenhagen with me.