He stared as his little brother and the sting of his words were not lost on Augustin. "I was dying and had nothing. Father wouldn't see me so I had to survive on my own. I have done nothing but try and keep you and Antoine safe. The Ambassador would likely have you gone already but for my intervention. I won't let either of you die though you could care less if it happened to me."
He didn't want to speak to harshly to Aimé but he wasn't sure there was any other way. Augustin sighed as he saw the cigarette case but said nothing of that. For Aimé's words struck him deeper than the bullet wound in his chest. He pushed Aimé against the wall and leaned in close, whispered heatedly. "If you hate to me so much, it's a wonder that I bothered to warn the rest of you to get out of France and provide you a way here," he seethed before realising what he'd said. He wiped the tears away angrily and turned to walk away. No one wanted him here, there was no reason to stay.