"I understand how you feel. I don't seem to be able to get to Paris as often as I would like," Aramis admits, though half of him wonders if there is anything but the monastery waiting for him. "Are you from a time very different from today, monsieur? I have had a time adjusting to the ... well, I suppose you'd call them advancements." The lights, for one. He misses the warmth of candlelight.