[ she has seen death — innocents, monsters, soldiers, the common folk, wildlings, lords and ladies. all dead. all gone. what glory men see in battle she has never been able to understand: there is nothing but blood, violence.
and yet, in the scene that plays out in front of her eyes, all around her, it's more than that. there is meaning. Grantaire (for she recognizes him easy enough) walks with purpose, speaks with purpose. she thinks she's never heard him sound like that, before.
and Enjolras (for she recognizes him, too, perhaps even easier — there is no one quite like him) smiles, seconds before their lives are over. ]
... so this is how you died.
[ does she know she's not watching this alone? perhaps, perhaps not. perhaps her words are directed to both the men who have just been gunned down. ]
3. you know which one
and yet, in the scene that plays out in front of her eyes, all around her, it's more than that. there is meaning. Grantaire (for she recognizes him easy enough) walks with purpose, speaks with purpose. she thinks she's never heard him sound like that, before.
and Enjolras (for she recognizes him, too, perhaps even easier — there is no one quite like him) smiles, seconds before their lives are over. ]
... so this is how you died.
[ does she know she's not watching this alone? perhaps, perhaps not. perhaps her words are directed to both the men who have just been gunned down. ]