Florean's forehead wrinkled with care, sadly empathizing with Marlene's experience. "Died for a cause..." he echoed. "You must be proud of him. What did he do, exactly? I mean, to oppose You Know Who?"
He pursed his lips together and shifted his gaze to the far off distance as his mind wandered in thought. "I've always loved history, but I sometimes forget... history isn't just the distant past. History can be as recent as our own grandparents. As recent as our own experiences. We're writing history now, in our own ways. Our personal history, which taken collectively become the history of a people."
For somebody whose attention was limited, and who often goofed around, Florean could get very introspective and philosophical when the mood struck.