Where are you, Jean Moulin?

It is so unlike you to run away in fear.

I suppose losing your white rose leader has been

quite a blow to you and your pals.

Dick White was nothing more than a shuffling old

man. A leader? I think not.

More of a professional meddler.

You, Jean Moulin, have once again made

a poor choice. I was ready to groom you

to stand at my side. That ship has sailed.

Your shoes have been filled by the delightful

Leo Mr. Fangs Pumpkin.

He will never betray me.

He will never leave his Pater's side.

He is mine.

(I also hear he has very handsome hair and a dazzling smile)