Palais des Tuileries is burning.
The enraged Paris mob blocked the palace entrance, preventing the Royalists from escaping. Screams kept coming from within Palais des Tuileries.
Anning couldn't bear to watch any longer. Riding on horseback through the chaotic Palais des Tuileries Square, she arrived behind the line formed by the people of Paris.
"Citizens!" Anning spoke, "I am Frost. At least let the children and women out, won't you?"
No sooner had she finished speaking than a man with a mutton-chop beard replied: "General, when the Royalists killed our wives and children, they showed no mercy!"
Anning was at a loss for words.
It seemed that the animosity between Paris' Blue Party and the Royalists had been long-standing, and tonight's total reckoning could not be stopped by anyone.
Anning sighed, at which point Christina, following nearby, said: "You've done all you could, Andy. This isn't on you."
