"True enough." She chuckled. "Leading various revolutionary causes, advising political leaders, engineering the odd coup ... all of that is quite difficult enough without worrying about what those two are about. If anything, it's a comfort to know that they'll be there again when things slow down." She took a sip of her drink and a thoughtful expression settled on her face. "We have our adventures, our lovers, our hopeless causes; sometimes we've even fought for different sides, Jerry and I in particular. But we always come back. One way or the other."

Pierrot couldn't wake her, you see. Only Harlequin has the power to do that. Pierrot has no power -- only charm. Cheerio, you little bugger. Merry Christmas, Columbine.