Matthias, what was your first reaction to Louis? Did you immediately dislike him?
I think I just didn't figure out my feelings about him until after I realized the French language barely suited my mouth; I studied daily and nightly under various tutelage - including my Father's, but it was always.. inadequate.
Everyone was happy... Except for me. I.. struggled to make friends even when I'd lived in Prague, and what few friends I had made - I suddenly had to say goodbye to.
... Sometimes I find myself wondering if I would have been more fond of him if we'd never moved to Paris. If I could have been just as happy as this imposter.
Or if this really was the walking, talking nightmare by my parent's design - a reminder of my imperfections, or simply wishful thinking on their part.
I think it was the day I found a poster of him that I finally realized how I felt.
How I genuinely felt.