Behrooz meets Rouchefort. And there's conversation about a lot of things.

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Behrooz is sitting at a table, staring at a glass of tea, now a whole lot less sure about venturing back into his world. Images from his dream are playing through his mind - he begins to wonder if he's already becoming like them, like his parents, and if that's the case, if it's safe for him to go back out at all.

If you're someone he knows from CTU, he may be the tiniest bit bitter at the moment. Otherwise he's perfectly friendly, though he might lie to you. Because the truth hasn't done much for him lately.

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Too bad Behrooz doesn't approve of it.

"Yeah, that's probably a good thing." Pause. "But I don't know your acquaintance, so I don't know if I'm like him."

Behrooz can't really imagine how much he could have in common with a boy from 1600s France.

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"Something in your manner of speech," says Rochefort, still pensive. "Only that. He is an arrogant little nuisance; you would do well if you did not turn out like him."

He shrugs. As far as he's concerned, the subject of D'Artagnan is closed now.

"If you do not fancy yourself a Musketeer, though, what profession would you choose? All the others from your country that I have met here seem to work for this...Counter-Terrorism Unit."

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"Well, it probably wouldn't be working there," he says, with the slightest hint of bitterness in his voice.

It's Terrorist Unit, Behrooz would say. If he cared.

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Well, Rochefort doesn't particularly care either, and besides, his English is bad enough that he has an excuse.

"No? Would you be working against them, then?"

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"I don't know what I'll be doing in the future," he says, an effort to divert the subject and tell the truth.

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A noble effort, which Rochefort supposes he'll honor for the time being.

"Perhaps in your century, you have more time to think about such things than the young men of my time do. Where I come from, a boy would be expected to have already a chosen a trade and begun training in it by the age of 17."

He's not lecturing, just rather curious in a bored sort of way.

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He shrugs. "It wasn't something my parents talked about."

Well, not the kind of profession Rochefort's thinking of, probably. At least, that's what Behrooz thinks.

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"Perhaps you will have more time to think about it here."

He gets up and sets his empty wineglass down on the bar. "It has been a pleasure talking to you, monsieur. I have other business to attend to."

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"Perhaps," he mumbles. "I'll talk to you later, then."

And he returns to his tea.