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...I don't think that I agree, Miss.

What would your opinion be, then?

That beauty is rare, and very fragile. It's destroyed, generally, and leaves behind echoes and reminders of what was. The world is dark, dangerous. Beauty can't get a proper foothold.

I agree that its hold is often on this world is often tentative at best. But beauty can live in a thought, or ideal, the flicker of promise or even in the way that we handle pain, or defeat. The snowy skin of a child, downy soft and never touched by the sun as it rests against it mother's midnight hair. Or the face of a soldier, at his first sight of home on the return journey. It is there.

Not in Wonderland. Not since Redd. No children born, no soldiers coming home. Only women dying and soldiers marching to war. And now the imagination is dead. *makes a face* The thoughts won't come.

Oh yes. I agree. Beauty can be found everywhere.

You seem quite adept at finding it. That is a wonderful trait.

Thank you. It's not hard to find it, really. All one has to do is look around. I've never understood those that find darkness everywhere.

Having found beauty in a great tragedy, I must agree with you.

That is often the most difficult kind.

It is, but it made me appreciate what I did have more than ever.

What a beautiful turn of phrase you have. I quite agree with you.

There are many far more adept with words than I, but the sentiment will always stand. What do you see, and admire?

Lo list it all would take centuries. The Universe is full of beauty. If I might be permitted I would start my list with the beauty of the lady standing before me.

You have quite the way with the compliment. You would do well in France, I think.

*bows slightly* Thank you, my lady.

I do enjoy your country, on those occasions when I have the time to take in the sights. Paris is a special favorite of mine.

I did have a spot of bother there once, though. Someone thought my head would be better off seperated from the rest of me and tried to introduce me to the guillotine.

Paris is my home, and often my happiness.

On behalf of my country I must apologize for any transgressions against your person.

Don't let it trouble you. Things, as you can see, turned out well. Besides, I was a different person then.

As you are here, yes. I must assume that they did.

A different person?

*scratches head*

Yes, that part always is a bit difficult to explain. Usually i wait too long and it's such a shock when it happens. You see, I have this little trick when it comes to escaping death. I change every cell in my body. It's called regeneration.

And yet I must admit I understand you perfectly well. Perhaps because I have heard this before.

Doctor?

*squints eyes8

Do I know you? I would think I would remember if our paths had crossed before.

Then we must assume your path crossed mine later. And now, of course.

You are a very wise woman. Yes, it must be a future me that has the pleasure of your acquaintance. It's wonderful knowing I have that introduction to look foreward to.

We are friends, aren't we? You haven't tried to kill me yet or thrown anything at me, so I assume we are.

Yes Doctor, we are certainly friends. Of that you can be sure.

And believe me, as far as first impressions go? You are quite accomplished in them.

That is a relief. I would hate to think we we're anything but friends.

I do have a certain flair, not matter the face I am wearing.

Is it? *wryly* Perhaps you could point me in the direction of this 'everywhere'? I certainly do not see it.

There is no beauty in your day? At all?

*looks down* Rarely.

But it can be found? I did not claim it was simple.

Not found so much as ... stolen.

Beauty's inside, outside and all around.