[Is that how it had been? Enjolras had only ever seen the drunk, the nuisance, the cynic there to make wild, pointless speeches. To beg to be used and to fail each time. Why? How could man exist without a purpose, without a fixed star by which to orient himself?
Why not make more effort on the barricade? Why ask permission to die if he hadn't asked permission to live? Why was he holding those papers? Hm, another deep sigh, interrupted by a cough.]
It was enough, just to be among us. To die without believing in the future that we all fought for. [Speaking it aloud doesn't bring it any closer. Frowning at the man doesn't help either, though it feels comfortable and familiar enough.] And here you are again. It's a shame you've only me for company. Combeferre would humour your better. Jolllly and Bossuet would encourage you more.
[Perhaps he's met Jehan already and forgotten. Perhaps he hasn't met him yet. Either way, he doesn't think of him now. It's been the two of them for long enough.]
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Why not make more effort on the barricade? Why ask permission to die if he hadn't asked permission to live? Why was he holding those papers? Hm, another deep sigh, interrupted by a cough.]
It was enough, just to be among us. To die without believing in the future that we all fought for. [Speaking it aloud doesn't bring it any closer. Frowning at the man doesn't help either, though it feels comfortable and familiar enough.] And here you are again. It's a shame you've only me for company. Combeferre would humour your better. Jolllly and Bossuet would encourage you more.
[Perhaps he's met Jehan already and forgotten. Perhaps he hasn't met him yet. Either way, he doesn't think of him now. It's been the two of them for long enough.]