considering pre-canon for tushanshu

[chiot]

Oi--'ey there, missus, whatcha draggin' me out for, eh? Lemme go back to bein' the mayor of Saint Michele, I've got thin's to do!

An' normally I ain't given much to settin' thin's up but everyone relies on good ol' Gavroche to do his work, an' that's what I'm gonna do! No one's smarter than the pups, miss, not when it comes to who's who and what's what.

I don't need no turtle, I already got an elephant!

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[poeticverses]

No, Gavroche, we can't. We...France has no place for dead men.

this conversation is gonna suck if I app into shanshu ;_;

[chiot]

We ain't dead yet.

so much ;;

[poeticverses]

Enjolras, Combeferre, Grantaire, myself--we are dead. We cannot go back.

[chiot]

Wha--

You're a bleedin' liar! Take it back!

[poeticverses]

I would if I could, gamin. We are dead. I am sorry.

[chiot]

Courfeyrac...?

[poeticverses]

[Jehan just nods]

All of us.

[chiot]

[ He's not concerned with himself--never really has been, he has enough tenacity and youthful stupidity to think he'll always live, even when faced with something like this. But more importantly: ]

Did it fail?

[poeticverses]

We have been told that, sometime in the future, France is freed but...we did not live to see it.

[chiot]

...

Then...Then, we helped. [ He nods, a firm, resolute little thing. ] We helped to it.

[poeticverses]

We did.

[He smiles]

And that's all we wanted.

[chiot]

[ Hah. Things are better when you're looking at it from a point of view from a child--and one like Gavroche, who tends to be brutally honest. Which is exactly why he grins like a fool and puts his fist in the air. ]

Vive le France!

[poeticverses]

[Jehan laughs and lifts Gavroche up because he's so damn cute]

Vive la France!