"Believe me when I say that the last thing I want is to hurt you or the people of Paris," he said gently. Assuming they were even in Paris any longer, which by now, he was reasonably sure they weren't. And when those tears began to fall? What could he do but pull the boy into a hug, offer him what reassurance he could.

He couldn't continue it as long as he wished to though. Instead, he carefully got to his feet and retrieved the basket, stepping up beside Adrien again and offering him his hand, both to guide and to steady him. "Come with me. And try not to look back at the mirror, if you can; once we're at a safe distance, I'll destroy it. That should hopefully break its hold completely."