There's a pause, and then the Balladeer sighs. Erasing history really isn't to his tastes. "That's John Wilkes Booth. He's a murderer - he killed him." He lifts an arm to point towards the Memorial; while it's still pretty far away, there's clearly a statuesque figure inside. Obviously this is more than just a common criminal if his victim got a giant marble temple built in his honor. "And trust me, you don't want to hear about it from him. He's horrible and he won't stop talking about himself. Someone shot him a good twenty years ago, he really has no business being here."
Unless, of course, Booth's business is with him. He really hopes that kind of thing doesn't grant all the rest of them the ability to move through time and space the way he does. God, they might just go out and start inciting assassinations.
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There's a pause, and then the Balladeer sighs. Erasing history really isn't to his tastes. "That's John Wilkes Booth. He's a murderer - he killed him." He lifts an arm to point towards the Memorial; while it's still pretty far away, there's clearly a statuesque figure inside. Obviously this is more than just a common criminal if his victim got a giant marble temple built in his honor. "And trust me, you don't want to hear about it from him. He's horrible and he won't stop talking about himself. Someone shot him a good twenty years ago, he really has no business being here."
Unless, of course, Booth's business is with him. He really hopes that kind of thing doesn't grant all the rest of them the ability to move through time and space the way he does. God, they might just go out and start inciting assassinations.