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[emptychair]

I must say, the fact that you are tossing over two others whom you never let out of their boxes at the same time you are picking me up does not bode well for this relationship.

I don't do well in boxes.

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[magicink]

Boxes are very confining. Not to mention the problem with oxygen.

[emptychair]

Perhaps 'crate' would be a better description. the others haven't suffocated so far as I can tell.

It's the confinement that doesn't suit me.

[magicink]

Perhaps your mun is just being kind to you to not move you from this hypothetical crate to the City of Sin. Have you not heard how difficult a world it is to live in?

[emptychair]

I have indeed.

No her plans for me are to put me in something called a 'multidimensional bar,' which she assures me is like a wine shop with unlimited space. It sounds better on the surface, but I'm beginning to think there must be more to it.

[magicink]

There are positives and negatives to everything. It is unfortunate that I will not get to meet you should you end up at the bar, at least not at this current time. But I'm sure it's a less... uh... destruction place than Bete Noire.

I take it from your statement you are interested in joining a place like this?

[emptychair]

It's a bit of a complicated situation. I feel there is still so much work to be done at my home, but I'm fairly certain there's nothing more I can do for the cause.

[firstamidead]

Relationships are give and take. Take a little more. It's what credit is for.

[emptychair]

Is that how you've managed it?

[firstamidead]

I'm not in the poorhouses.

[emptychair]

There are worse places to be.

[firstamidead]

Versailles, perhaps? [Wicked grin.]

[justanotheridealist]

Well, this is fascinating.

I didn't think I would be meeting up with a doppleganger so quickly, but I'm certain the conversation may be quite pleasant. You are from my previous timeline, are you not? Life ground to a halt in 1832? Tell me, within your realm, what is the static wage there?

[Forever quick to cut to the chase, one really must forgive Enjolras for his abruptness. He's intrigued by this other version of himself and simply must poke at it in an attempt to uncover more knowledge for himself. Though his earnest smile fades some when he spots the drink in his doppleganger's hand.]

Ah, apparently you indulge. That's...something.

[emptychair]

[He lifts the glass thoughtfully.]

It can hardly hurt me now.

[justanotheridealist]

[There's a slight sadness to him as he looks upon his other.]

For myself, it was never about the potential damage a drink could do to one's system, but a testament to the strength of virtue and convictions. After all, if we share more similarities, I'm certain that speaking out in public on the nature of a monarchist government could potentially do far more harm to our physical shells than one drink. Yet we do so anyway.

Or, at least, I did. Did it go differently for you?

[emptychair]

That is what I meant. Not physical damage but psychological.

[justanotheridealist]

Ah, of course.

May I ask what psychological damage you mean? Forgive me, but I've no comparison for this aside from my own state of affairs. I can talk to you about my own personal convictions, which may or may not match up with yours, but aside from that, not even death could put me off my ideals. After all, how could anyone choose to disbelieve that which one can see? The ideal is so close, so easy to read.

Surely you have seen it as well? The world beyond the barricade? You must have envisioned it! For I had a moment of true clarity upon the barricades of 1832. I was too narrow in focus when I spoke of the Republic before then. I did not yet envision the world, only France being part of a great equality. But upon that barricade, it is so easy to soar, and I could see the world, growing as one, all of mankind being not only united in solidarity but in the practice of that unification. They would soar to the heights of the majestic eagles. They would conquer the great gryphons of the sky, master the leviathans of the ocean.

Oh, they would stand as equals and the progress they would create would be utterly astounding. A world that created cures to the plagues that so ravaged humanity. A world where the lower class would rise and be able to choose which career they wish to learn. A world where man is not destined by the nature of his birth to remain forevermore in one single place.

A world where man could rule himself, where he would have his own Republic, his own freedom. A world where people had rights, the right to speak, to call out, to discuss, to argue!

Could you picture it? That world, that beautiful, wonderful world that people would be proud of, that people would look upon one another and call them brother or sister.

How could anyone turn their back on such an ideal? How could anyone give up the fight to create that ideal? And create it, we must. Even if you do not rise, even if I do not take up the challenge, humanity itself will do so with our without us. It is in their nature to strive towards such happiness. That is why it was so easy to die in 1832 for me. The National Guard? It was a setback, but they achieved nothing except angering the people with all the blood spilled.

They would not be able to stop the idea from coming, from spilling forth. So long as mankind is born with the idea of freedom or learns of said freedom, there will always be a place for us. There will always be that ideal in mind. An end goal. A chance for all to walk and live in peace.

[His voice took on a bit of a lyrical tone, becoming as distant as his gaze. But when his speech ends, he gradually returns to where his other resides.]

But then, perhaps it is different for you. I do not know unless you say.

[inseine]

No, [sniffs an aging, wolfish man over his mug of steaming black coffee. He sips, calm and cold and aloof.] You've a penchant for blowing them to smithereens, rather.

[emptychair]

Any creature would do the same given the opportunity.

[inseine]

And risk murdering the bystanders near the outside?

No. Not any creature. Only the brutes.

[emptychair]

Bystanders who would not give the creature its freedom? Why should it pause to think of them when they never gave it the same consideration?

[inseine]

[The man's brow contracts. A faint, derisive grimace curls at his lip. He lowers his mug, cradling it low.]

Then you mean to say you would condone the tiger for devouring a child simply because it stood in its path between the menagerie cage and the path to freedom? I assure you, the child gave it little consideration. Children are rarely capable of that.

Atrocity does not stand to justification.

[cynisme]

Better a box than a cage, I'd imagine.

[emptychair]

I'm not entirely certain there's a difference in this case.

[cynisme]

Sure there is. You'll always know you're in a cage, but you can't see the outside world in a box. You'd enjoy a cage more, though.

[emptychair]

The pertinent fact is that I cannot leave unless she allows me to. Anything else hardly matters.