on my hysterical reaction upon nearly finishing the brick.

[musain]

Do not weep for me, mademoiselle. Your tears will not change the outcome, and in your grief, you forget. To die for a better France - is there anything greater than that? Know that however you may wish for it to be different, I would always give my life to defend her beauty, her greatness. A hundred times - no, a thousand times over.

You say that it is useless, that our names were forgotten to history, that we did not last out the week. To that I say: look around you! Democracy, liberty. Freedom. It is only by the blood of the martyrs are these gains made. Do not take them for granted, and do not forget: strive always for perfection. Idleness and complacency are the enemies of man.

( he thinks of a ripple that creates a wave, a spark that sets fire to old wood. now that it's over, he thinks about the paving stones, the bottles of nitric acid laid about the cafe, and finds that he does not regret it. war is a monstrous thing, and enjolras always knew that he was bringing death to those around him.

a little bit of hope is a dangerous thing in the hands of an idealist. )

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[inseine]

[This man would kill an entire nation if it paved the way to a 'Better France,' wouldn't he?]

Your woman possesses questionable sympathies.

[musain]

( the short answer: yes. he would weep to do it, perhaps. he would never want to harm the innocents. but he would kill the entire national guard if it meant a better system. stirring rhetoric can only go so far; if he wants change, and he wants it now, then sometimes -- war is not kind.

but the cause, the cause is still just. )

She knows only the Truth. Her sympathies, her greatness - it is in her heart to yearn for justice. Her way has been blocked, but not for much longer.

( but what would an inspector know of that? enjolras would have killed javert himself, once. instead, he placed that duty in the hands of another. )